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Thinking of You - Fred Weasley

Title: Thinking of You Pairing: Fred x fem!reader Summary: Fred and the reader are best friends. No matter what George thinks he knows. Just best friends. Best friends who are in love, that is. A/N: this is for the anon who wanted a best friends who are obviously in love with each other!! Reader is the daughter of Sirius Black and Marlene McKinnon, I tried to make it obvious but there it is in case it isn’t clear!! Feedback is always welcomed and requests are open!

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“So, any fun plans for this summer?” Lee asks, trying to break the tension in the air.

Y/N shrugs, pulling her eyes from the landscape swirling outside the train so she can look at the three boys sitting with her. Train rides home for the summer with Lee, Fred and George are easily some of the best memories they’ve made together. They’re usually filled with loud laughter, too much chocolate and plans for their next year of pranks. They’ve been the fearsome foursome since the first day of term nearly six years ago, when Y/N had called Snape Snivellous under her breath, and Fred had laughed so loud he landed himself in detention. Fred had insisted she sit with him, George and Lee at dinner that night and the four of them have been pulling pranks and causing chaos together ever since.

But this year, this year is different. Over the past few years they’ve become accustomed to their school year ending in a less than traditional way, but it’s never stopped them from having fun together one last time as they head towards home. This year though, the last few weeks have been so tense and sad around the castle that it has carried over into their moods. Y/N has never seen Fred and George so quiet, except for the time Fred fell asleep with his head in her lap in the common room third year.

“Come on, Y/N. You’ve got to have something exciting going on. You and Remus always have summer plans,” Fred teases, nudging her knee with his.

Y/N scowls at Fred, trying to hide her smile. Her home life was certainly less than traditional, and Y/N’s friends loved to tease her about it. They didn’t tease her about the fact that she had been raised by her Godfather, but more so about the fact that she had been raised by Remus Lupin, their former professor. When Remus took up a teaching position at Hogwarts during their 5th year, Y/N had no choice but to reveal to her friends just exactly why their new professor knew her so well. They had all thought it was pretty cool, but unfortunately for Y/N it raised more questions about her home life than it had answered.

She rolls her eyes, shoving Fred lightly. “We went on a road trip one summer and you’re still giving me shit about it? Pathetic,” she teases with a giggle. Fred throws his arm around her shoulder and messes with her hair. “If Remus,” she mocks, sticking her tongue out at Fred as she leans into his side. “Has planned anything then he hasn’t said anything.”

Y/N swallows thickly, trying to force the lump in her throat away. She hates lying to her friends, but she’s on strict orders from Dumbledore not to say anything. Now that Voldemort has returned secret plans have been made, the biggest of them being the reformation of the Order of the Phoenix. Remus had moved into Order headquarters a few days before the end of term, and she’d be joining him there for the summer.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say,” Fred chides before he turns his attention to Lee.

Y/N lets herself snuggle into Fred’s side, a small smile appearing on her face when his grip around her tightens. George gives her a knowing look, and she sticks her tongue out at him, a pink blush creeping up on her cheeks. Despite whatever George thinks is going on with her and Fred, Fred Weasley is her best friend and absolutely nothing more.

“Dad!” Y/N squeals excitedly before she’s running down the entry hall of 12 Grimmauld Place and into her father’s open arms.

Sirius chuckles and wraps his arms around his daughter tightly. “Hello there little one. I’ve missed you.”

Y/N pulls away from her dad, a bright smile on her face, unable to contain her happiness. She’d been dreaming of the day that she’d get to live with Sirius and be a proper family since the end of last year, when the truth about James and Lily’s death was made clear. Y/N had only gotten to see her dad briefly before he had to flee, and she’d spent quite a bit of her free time thinking about him over the past year.

“Oh no, Y/N, Sirius, don’t worry. I don’t need a hand. I’ve got it,” Remus huffs, his tone teasing. Y/N turns back towards the door, giggling as Remus struggles to pull her trunk through the door. “What in Merlin’s sake do you have in this thing? It didn’t weigh this much when I dropped you off at Kings Cross in September.”

“I may or may not be harboring some things for the Weasley twins,” she admits with a laugh.

Remus gives her a disapproving look to try and hide the gleam of mischief in his eyes. He takes out his wand, waving it so that her trunk is now floating. “Harboring what? Is there something illegal in there? I know what Fred and George get up to.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and laughs along with Sirius. “It’s nothing like that, Remus. I promise. It’s just some stuff they’ve been developing for their joke shop. If Molly finds it she’ll destroy it, so Fred gave it to me to hold onto for a bit. Not a big deal.”

“Come on, Remus, don’t be a stick in the mud,” Sirius chides. “We got up to quite a bit of mischief in our younger days. It’s only natural that Y/N does as well. She’s got the blood of one Marauder and she was raised by another, that’s double the mischief.”

Y/N can tell that Sirius is trying to joke, but his voice shakes. She and Sirius have corresponded a few times since he flew off on Buckbeak and many of her letters contained stories of things her and Remus had done as she grew up. Often times Sirius’ replies were filled with apologies and regret that he had missed out on doing those things with her.

“As long as it’s nothing illegal I’ll let it slide,” Remus says quietly a few moments later. He directs Y/N’s trunk to fly down the hallway and up the stairs. “Second door on the right, yes?”

Sirius nods and puts his arm around Y/N’s shoulder, squeezing tightly. “That’s right. I spent all week preparing your room.” He looks down at Y/N with a reassuring smile. “Alright then, let’s head down to the kitchen for something to eat.”

“Have you got the rest of the rooms cleaned out, Sirius? Our guests will be arriving in a few hours,” Remus says as he takes a sip of coffee.

Y/N frowns, looking between Remus and her dad. “Guests? What guests?”

It’s only two weeks into summer break and Y/N has been enjoying every minute of it. Remus has been in and out of the house doing things for the Order, so she and Sirius have had plenty of time to connect. The house is pretty busy as is, with Order members fliting in and out at all hours of the night, so Y/N can’t imagine it getting any crazier.

Sirius and Remus share a look before Sirius turns to look at Y/N. “Dumbledore has fully briefed the Weasley family on what’s going on, and Arthur and Molly have joined the order. And since Arthur works at the ministry and their son Percy is an assistant to Fudge, Dumbledore thinks it’s best that they stay somewhere that’s under protection.”

“So, the Weasleys are going to be spending the rest of the holiday here?” Y/N asks, her cheeks heating up. When Remus nods she bites her lip. “Do they know? That Sirius is, you know, my dad?”

“You haven’t told them yourself?” Sirius asks. Y/N can hear the hurt in his voice.

Remus shakes his head. “Dumbledore told Arthur and Molly I’m sure, and Ron knows because of Harry, but I don’t think the Twins or Ginny know.” He turns to Sirius then. “We talked about this, Sirius. For Y/N’s safety no one knows you’re her father, that’s why she has Marlene’s last name. We all know that you’re innocent, but the rest of the Wizarding World doesn’t. It was smart of Y/N not to tell anyone except for those who know the truth about you.”

Y/N watches Remus and Sirius look at each other as if they’re having a conversation without even saying anything. “If it makes you feel better,” she says softly, causing both men to look over at her. “I only told them Remus is my Godfather because he started teaching at Hogwarts. He ruined my mysterious reputation.”

Sirius laughs, breaking the awkward tension that had fallen over them. “It does make me feel a bit better, yes.”

“Hey now, I won’t have any of this. You two ganging up on me. Y/N you’re supposed to be on my side,” Remus teases. “Now hurry up and finish your breakfast, you need to get a start on your summer reading. You remember that reading, Sirius? The reading I told you to make sure she started last week?”

Sirius puts his hands up. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says innocently, sending Y/N a wink.

After breakfast Y/N does reluctantly head up to her bedroom to start on her summer reading. And she has every intention of doing it. But as she settles into her fluffy bed and starts to read about some transfiguration method she can’t help but let her eyes close, dreams of what shenanigans she and her friends may get up to this summer floating through her mind.

“Five more minutes, Remus,” Y/N mumbles, batting away the finger that’s poking her in the cheek. When the poking persists she opens her eyes, a noise of surprise coming out of her mouth. “Fred? George?” she asks in surprise, suddenly sitting up. She starts to fix her hair, a light flush on her cheeks. “What in the hell are you two doing here?”

“We could ask you the same thing, Y/N,” Fred says, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

“Yeah, imagine our surprise when we enter what we think will be our room for the summer,” George continues, taking a seat on the edge of the other side.

“And we see you, peacefully sleeping in a bed,” Fred says, leaning a bit closer to Y/N.

“In Sirius Black’s house,” they finish together.

“There is a perfectly reasonable explanation for that,” she starts, trying to figure out how to explain one of her deepest secrets to her best friends. They both look at her expectantly and she starts to twirl a piece of hair around her finger. “Sirius Black is my dad,” she mumbles.

Fred and George give her identical looks of disapproval. “Gonna have to speak up, love. We’re old men now, being 17 and all. We’re a bit hard of hearing,” Fred teases, lightly nudging her foot.

Y/N rolls her eyes, ignoring the feeling she has in her stomach from Fred’s pet name and touch. “Sirius is my dad. And not like how you guys like to tease me and say Remus is my dad. He’s my full on. Blood related. Dad.”

“Blimey, Y/N. You’ve been holding out on us. What are we going to find out next? Your mother is the Queen?” George teases with a laugh.

“You’re an idiot, you know who my mum is,” she says with a light laugh, leaning forward to punch George in the shoulder.

Fred wraps his hand around Y/N’s ankle and squeezes lightly, causing her to look over at him. “You have been holding out on us. How come?” he asks, trying to keep the same jokey tone his brother had to hide his genuine hurt.

“Because it’s pretty hard to make friends when the world thinks your dad is one of Voldemort’s biggest supporters,” she answers honestly. “That’s the reason why Remus changed my last name back to my mum’s when he got custody. My mum and her family, they died heroes, that’s the legacy that Remus wanted me to have.”

Fred squeezes her ankle again and Y/N tries to pretend that it doesn’t cause goosebumps to erupt up her leg. “But what about after? When you found out about what really happened?”

Y/N shrugs, looking away from Fred’s gaze. She knows that she could have told them the truth after she had learned it herself and she’s not really sure why she didn’t. “I dunno. You guys had just barely found out about Remus. It just seemed easier to keep it to myself.”

“So, it’s not because you secretly hate us and don’t really want to be our friend?” George asks with a grin.

Y/N grabs a pillow from behind her and throws it at his head. “You’re a moron, George.” Y/N fidgets, suddenly very aware that she is still in her pajamas. “Now shouldn’t you boys be doing something else? Like unpacking your things or bothering I dunno, anyone else in this house?”

George looks from Y/N to the place where Fred is still holding onto her ankle and gives her a glance that Y/N knows means he’ll be bringing this up to her later. She grabs another pillow and throws it at him. “Fine, fine, we’re leaving,” he laughs.

“Wow, someone is feeling feisty,” Fred teases. He squeezes her ankle one last time before he gets up and follows George out of her room. “Oh, by the way, nice Pj’s,” he teases, causing Y/N to throw her last pillow at him.

“Y/N dear, it’s lovely to see you!” Molly greets as Y/N enters the kitchen a bit later. Y/N smiles at her and accepts her warm hug. Having Molly in her life was certainly one of the best perks of being friends with Fred and George. Molly radiated warmth and was always willing to open her home and her heart to her children’s friends; something Y/N was always thankful for.

“Hi Molly. I’m so glad you’re here. Remus and Sirius are pretty awful cooks,” Y/N says with a laugh as she goes to sit down. She tries to take a seat next to George, but Fred grabs her arm and pulls her towards him instead. Y/N flicks Fred on the ear and takes a seat in between them, hoping to avoid more teasing remarks from George later on.

Sirius eyes the interaction between Y/N and Fred carefully, a small smirk forming on his lips. “Now while I can’t speak for Moony, I did just spend 12 years in Azkaban,” Sirius chides a moment later.

“I see why you always beg to spend the Holidays at the Burrow, Y/N,” Remus teases, choosing to ignore Sirius.

“Oh yeah it has everything to do with Mum’s cooking,” George pipes up, his tone a clear indication that Y/N’s yearning to spend time at the Burrow has little to do with Molly’s cooking.

Y/N hits George upside the head, causing Ginny and Fred to burst out in laughter. “Well I obviously don’t go there to spend more time with you, git”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough out of you lot,” Molly scolds lightly as trays of food start to fly onto the table. “Y/N is welcome at our home anytime no matter the reason.”

Y/N sticks her tongue out at George and reaches for a sandwich, her hand brushing Fred’s as he goes to grab the same one. “You take it,” she says quietly, letting her hand linger near his for a moment.

Fred grabs the sandwich and puts it on Y/N’s plate with a wink. “Nah you have that one, I’ll take this one.” Fred winks at her again as he takes the sandwich Ron was about to close his hand around.

“Hey!” Ron shouts in annoyance.

“Sorry ickle Ronniekins, gotta be faster than that,” Fred teases with a laugh.

Y/N laughs along with him, trying to ignore the warmth Fred’s hand gives off as it rests on her knee.

“I really am doing my reading, Remus, I promise!” Y/N shouts after someone knocks on her door.

Y/N had spent most of the day with Fred and George, getting caught up on the new item they’d started to develop in the few short weeks it’s been since the end of term. For a while she had just laid on Fred’s bed, watching him and George pour over their notes to try and work out the issues with what they called ‘extendable ears.’ Eventually she got up and went to find Ginny, mostly to avoid George’s stare after Fred’s hand wound around her ankle again. She avoided both boys until dinner, when the topic of her reading was brought up again. Unfortunately for Y/N, George ratted her out to Remus about her mid-morning nap, and he had made her promise that she’d head up to her room after dinner to read.

“Really? That’s quite boring,” Sirius says playfully as he pushes her door open.

Y/N laughs and throws the book she had been skimming onto the bed next to her. “Oh hey, Dad.”

Sirius closes the door behind him and comes to sit on the edge of her bed. “What’s with all this summer reading anyway? Last I checked Hogwarts didn’t set homework over the summer holidays.”

“It’s not official reading. Just something Remus makes me do during the break. Keep my mind fresh or something,” she explains with an eyeroll. “It has come in handy a couple times, but don’t tell him I said that.”

Sirius winks at her and pretends to zip his lips shut. “Your secret is safe with me.” Sirius pauses for a moment. “So, what’s going on with you and that Weasley boy?”

Y/N can feel her face start to heat up, and she starts to twirl her hair around her finger. “Fred and George are my best friends. Nothing more.”

“Your mother was one of my best friends back in our Hogwarts days, and you can clearly see how that worked out,” he jokes, reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind Y/N’s ear.

“Really? I didn’t know that,” Y/N says softly, trying to both avoid the current topic and find out more information. “Remus didn’t talk about you much, growing up. For obvious reasons,” she chuckles.

Sirius gives her a sad smile. “Your mother was a wild card. You never really knew what she was thinking unless she told you. She instigated quite a bit of the shenanigans James and I got into, just to see if we would actually go through with it.”

“And of course, you guys did,” Y/N laughs.

Sirius scoffs playfully. “Well duh. I was never one to back down from a challenge, especially not when it gave me the opportunity to show off for your mother. I so desperately wanted her attention; it was actually quite pathetic. James would tease me relentlessly for it, but he was no better. Lily didn’t give him the time of day until at least 6th year, no matter how hard he tried to impress her.”

“Well obviously you got her attention eventually,” Y/N says, gesturing towards herself. “I’m living proof.”

“That you are, little one,” Sirius smiles. “You remind me of her so much. Obviously not looks wise,” he adds with a laugh when Y/N gives him a look. Appearance wise there is no doubt that Sirius is Y/N’s dad, they have the same Grey eyes and dark wavy hair. “You have her spirit and her attitude. You have her ability to charm anyone in a matter of minutes. I’ve seen you use it on Remus, it’s quite uncanny really.”

Y/N blushes. Growing up Remus had told her story after story about her mother. Probably to make up for the lack of stories about her dad, but Y/N enjoyed it either way. He often told her how much she reminded him of her, but it sounds different coming from Sirius. Sirius had been in love with her mother, had known her deepest secrets and had even started a family with her. If Sirius could see Marlene in Y/N, then there’s no doubt in her mind that it’s true.

“So, just friends eh?” Sirius asks a moment later, playfully nudging Y/N’s leg.

Y/N blushes again for a different reason and nods. “Yes, just friends,” she insists.

“We’ll see about that,” Sirius says with a wink. He stands up then and looks down at her. “Now you better actually do some summer reading, before Remus forbids us from spending any time together.”

“How’s the summer reading going?” Fred says teasingly as he sneaks up behind Y/N.

Y/N quickly turns around and hits him on the chest lightly with her book. “You’re such an asshat. This house is creepy enough as it is, there’s no need for you to go sneaking up on people.”

Fred laughs as he jumps over the back of the sofa and sits next to Y/N, his arm resting on the piece of furniture just behind her head. “But that’s half the fun.”

“Where’s George?” she asks, turning her head to look around and make sure that he isn’t lurking around somewhere as well.

“Why? Am I not enough for you?” Fred asks with a pout.

Y/N rolls her eyes and digs her fingers into his side, tickling him slightly. “No. But I recall Molly tasked you two with getting some doxies out of the curtains in the study upstairs so if you’re slacking off he is too.”

“Me? Slacking off?” Fred asks astonishingly, grasping at his heart. “Y/N, you absolute monster! You’ve wounded me! I would never be slacking off!” He grins down at Y/N, causing her to roll her eyes again. “But to answer your question he’s upstairs recovering from a mishap with one of our nosebleed nougats.”

Y/N grimaces, a memory of Lee Jordan bleeding all over her Potions notes coming to mind. “Yikes. Still haven’t gotten them just right?” Fred shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. “You think they’ll be ready? By the start of term?”

All Fred and George have talked about for years is opening up their own joke shop someday. In the past few years they’ve become closer than ever, having already developed some successful products with more in the works. Their only real roadblock has been funding, and Fred had shared with Y/N their plan to develop something called a Skiving Snackbox that they could sell to students to help with their startup costs.

“Oh yeah, there’s no doubt in my mind,” he responds confidently. “George and I are a force to be reckon with when we’ve got our mind on something and now that we’ve got our best girl with us for the whole summer,” Fred pauses so he can wink at Y/N and she hopes that the immediate blush that appears on her cheeks isn’t noticeable. “We’ll definitely get all the kinks worked out in time.”

Fred’s arm has fallen from its’ original resting place to Y/N’s shoulder, and his fingers have started to play with her hair. She rests her head on Fred’s shoulder, her fingers fiddling with the pages of her book. Fred’s fingers tug on her hair lightly, causing Y/N to look up at him. “What’s on your mind, Y/N?” he asks softly.

Y/N shrugs. “Just thinking about next year. We’re gonna be in our last year of school in a couple of months and I still have no idea what I want to do with my life.” During her OWL year Y/N had told McGonagall that she wanted to work in the Care of Magical Creatures department at the Ministry, but she isn’t quite sure that’s exactly what she wants. “You and George have already figured everything out and I’m just kinda stuck.”

Fred scoffs. “We have far from figured everything out, Y/N. But I’m glad it appears that way,” he chuckles. “And who cares if you don’t have everything figured out yet? You’re not even 17 yet. Frankly I think it’s rubbish that we’re expected to have our lives figured out when we’re this age.” Fred bites his lip. “If it really bothers you that much, then just come work at the joke shop with George and I.”

“What?” Y/N asks in surprise, trying to hide her excitement at his casual remark. “You’d really want me to work with you? The both of you. You and George,” she says quickly, looking away from Fred to hide her embarrassment.

“Yeah, ‘course, Y/N,” Fred says with a laugh. “You’re my best friend, why wouldn’t I want you to?”

“So, I’m your best friend, hm? Can’t wait to tell Lee you said that,” she teases, trying to hide her disappointment.

“Well, don’t you too look cozy?” George asks suddenly, causing Y/N and Fred to jump apart.

Y/N turns around so she can glare at George before she throws her book at him. “Blimey you’re a menace.”

George laughs and comes over to Y/N and Fred, forcing them apart so he can sit in between them. “Hey, that’s not very nice,” George says, giving Y/N a look when she digs her elbow into his ribs.

“You couldn’t have sat in any of the other chairs in this room?” Fred groans, moving over to give George room.

“I could have,” George says playfully. “But I wanted to sit here.” George grins wickedly at Fred. “Is that a problem, dear brother of mine? That I wanted to sit next to Y/N?”

“Not at all,” Fred says as he suddenly stands up. “We should probably get to that stuff Mum wanted us to do anyway.” Fred gives George a look and starts to head towards the door. “Enjoy you’re reading, Y/N,” he says before disappearing around the corner.

Y/N glares at George before digging her fingers into his ribs, causing him to yelp. “Ow! What was that for?” he asks, rubbing his side.

“You know exactly what that was for, git. You always have to go and make things weird,” Y/N huffs, crossing her arms.

“Oh, don’t be such a drama queen, Y/N,” George says with an eye roll. “And I wasn’t making things weird, I was simply trying to facilitate a conversation that you and my brother are both too stubborn to have on your own.”

“And what conversation might that be?” Y/N asks as she swallows thickly, already knowing the answer.

“Don’t be daft,” George drawls. “You’re both stupid in love with each other, so just admit it and make out so we all can move on. It’s getting ridiculous.”

Y/N blushes and digs her fingers into George’s ribs again to hide her nerves. “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about, George. Fred is my best friend, just like you and Lee.”

“Oh yeah, because Lee and I are always looking for an excuse to touch you, my bad,” George rolls his eyes. “Wait, that was Fred who kept grabbing your ankle yesterday, silly me.” George hits himself on the forehead jokingly. “And it definitely wasn’t Fred who just left his brother up in bed after he nearly bled to death so he could come cuddle you. Definitely not. Oh, wait.”

“Now who’s being a drama queen,” Y/N teases lightly as she begins to twirl a piece of hair around her index finger. “Friends can cuddle with each other, it’s not a big deal,” she mumbles.

“You’re right it is normal, Harry, Ron and Hermione cuddle all the time,” George responds, nudging Y/N.

Y/N scoffs at George. “Just give it a rest, George. If I did feel something more than friendship with Fred I would never act on it. Fred isn’t shy about anything, if he wanted to be more than friends he would have said something by now. So, we are clearly meant to be nothing more than friends. Which I’m fine with,” she adds, glaring at George. “Now go help your brother with that doxy infestation before Molly finds you here and sets off that awful portrait of my grandmother again.”

“Finally,” Fred groans when George joins him up in the third-floor study. “Mum’s gonna be here any minute to check up on our progress and getting rid of these doxies is a two-person job.”

George rolls his eyes and takes the spray bottle Fred practically shoves into his chest. “What’s got you in a mood? Upset that I interrupted your snuggle time with Y/N?” he jokes.

“No,” Fred grumbles. When George gives him his signature ‘cut the crap’ look Fred flips him off. “We were just sitting there, talking like two friends do. You’re the one that made it weird.”

George rolls his eyes. “Have you forgotten that we’re twins? And that I can practically read your mind?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fred asks as he grabs his wand. He motions for George to get into place as he gets ready to cast the spell that will make the doxies fly at them. When George nods that he’s ready, Fred waves his wand and a flurry of doxies heads towards them.

“You know exactly what it means,” George grunts as he sprays the immobilizing potion at the doxies. When Fred doesn’t say anything as he starts to throw the stunned doxies in a bucket, George continues. “You very clearly have feeling for Y/N that expand beyond friendship.”

Fred glares at his brother and throws a doxie in the bucket a little too hard. “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about. Y/N is my friend. My best friend, just like how she’s your best friend, git. Or are you claiming to be in love with her as well?”

“If she’s only your best friend then why did it bother you when I sat in between you two just now, hm?” Fred looks away from George, urging the younger twin to continue. “And what about the other day at lunch? She was going to sit next to me, and you pulled her towards you. Why? And what about that thing with the ankle? Hm? What was that all about?”

Fred turns away from George, trying to hide his blush. “Friends can be affectionate with each other, George, “ he insists. “Just because you don’t feel the need to be affectionate with Y/N doesn’t mean that I have non-platonic feelings for her because I do.”

“Oh really?” George asks curiously. “So, you wouldn’t mind if I started to show more affection for Y/N then? The same way you do?”

“Not at all,” Fred responds through gritted teeth. He stomps over to George and shoves the bucket into his stomach. “Now finish up with this, I’m going to go revamp our nougat recipe so we can avoid another bleed out.”

George smirks as Fred’s back as he storms out, a plan forming in his head.

“What the hell has gotten into you?” Y/N whispers into George’s ear a few days later during breakfast.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Y/N,” George responds with a wink.

Y/N narrows her eyes at him. “You’re up to something, I know it.”

Ever since their conversation in the lounge, George has been acting weird. He’s been insisting that she sit next to him at meals, when she hangs out with Fred and George in their room he pulls her down onto his bed and the other day he even went as far as to hold her hand while they watched Ginny and Ron play Wizard’s Chess.

“I’m just being a good friend, Y/N. Friends can be affectionate towards each other, can’t they, Fred?” George asks, suddenly turning towards his twin.

Fred glares at George. “Mhm. Of course they can.”

George then looks back at Y/N looking far too pleased with himself. “See, Y/N? I’m just doing what normal friends do.”

“Well knock it off,” she scolds lightly. “It’s weird.”

“Oh, so it’s weird when I do it, but when Fred does it, it’s a normal part of friendship,” George muses. “Interesting.”

Y/N scoffs and stands up from the table. “I’m going to go read.” She gives one last look at George before she exits the kitchen and heads upstairs.

“Can I come in?” Fred asks softly, leaning against the entrance to Y/N’s room. He planned on giving her some space after what went down at breakfast, but when she didn’t come down for lunch Fred decided to seek her out.

Y/N is sitting on her bed leaning up against the headboard with a book on her lap. “Yeah, sure,” she responds, not even looking up at Fred.

Fred sighs and comes to sit down next to Y/N. He leaves a small gap in between them and resists his urge to put his arm around her. “What’s going on with you? I’ve never seen you cross at George.”

“He’s just being an idiot,” she says, slamming her book shut and tossing it aside. “He’s taking the mickey out of me after a conversation we had the other day.”

Fred hums, nudging Y/N’s foot with his. “That would explain his odd behavior over the last few days. He’s been keeping you all to himself, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

Y/N blushes and punches his thigh lightly. “You know I’m just across the hall from you, right? You could have come in at any time to see me.”

“You know what I mean,” he chuckles. Fred bites his lip. “Must have been some conversation to get you both so worked up.”

“It was stupid honestly,” Y/N says with a shrug, trying to seem casual. “I just let him get to me and I shouldn’t have.”

“Yea, I got a bit stroppy at him the other day as well. That’s why he’s so quiet, he’s figuring out how to get in your head,” Fred muses with a laugh. “You’re alright though, yeah?”

Y/N nods, bumping their shoulders together. “Yeah, ‘m fine.”

“Good, now I won’t feel bad about doing this.”

Before Y/N can ask what Fred’s talking about, she’s being smacked in the head by a pillow. “Oh, it is on, Weasley!” she shouts, grabbing her own pillow.

They spend a few minutes hitting at each other, both of them laughing like crazy. Y/N manages to knock Fred’s pillow out of his hands as she lands a hit to his chest and Fred’s hands immediately fly to her sides and he starts to tickle her as a distraction. As she tries to wiggle away from him, Fred takes one hand away and knocks her own pillow to the ground.

“Okay, okay, you got me,” Y/N giggles, trying to catch her breath. Fred is hovering over her, a cheeky grin on his face. He brings a hand up to brush her hair out of her face, and Y/N tries to ignore the tingles that roll down her spine at his delicate touch. She’s suddenly very aware of Fred’s weight on top of her and a pink blush starts to creep up her neck.

“Oi! Lovebirds!” Ginny shouts, a laugh falling from her lips when Fred nearly falls off of Y/N’s bed as he tries to get up.

“What, Gin?” Fred runs a hand through his hair, trying to act casual.

“Mum needs help getting rid of some creature stuck under a bed upstairs, if you’re not too busy here,” she chuckles, gesturing towards Y/N.

Fred nods and shoots a grin at Y/N. “See ya later.” Fred heads out of her room, shoving Ginny as he goes.

“Damn,” Y/N mutters to herself. She was trying to tiptoe down into the kitchen to grab a snack before dinner, but the door to the stairwell is shut tightly. “Stupid Order.” She’s about to turn around and head back upstairs, when she hears some noise coming from the sitting room.

“Are you two playing Wizard’s Chess?” she asks in surprise. When she first entered the sitting room, she wasn’t sure what to expect, but Y/N certainly didn’t think it would be Fred and George sitting on either side of the coffee table, with Ron’s Wizard Chess board between them.

George rolls his eyes as one of his pieces moves across the board. “Don’t act so shocked, Y/N. Contrary to popular belief Fred and I in fact have brains and we use them from time to time.��

“I’m not shocked because you’re doing something that involves thinking,” she chides as she takes a seat on the sofa. “I’m shocked because you’re doing something quiet and innocent.” Fred leans back against Y/N’s legs, and his left hand winds around her left ankle. “Figured you two were up in your room working on those extendible ears again.”

Fred huffs as one of his pieces gets destroyed by one of George’s. “We were, ‘til Mum walked in on us and confiscated it. She’s going to Kings Cross after dinner to pick up Hermione, so we’re just killing time until we can go and nick it back.”

“And your nosebleed nougats? You figured that one out?” Y/N asks, starting to run her hands through Fred’s hair.

“Yup, turns out we weren’t using enough Billywig Sting Slime in the antidote candy, so it wasn’t strong enough to stop the bleeding,” George responds, not even bothering to look up at her.

Y/N groans. “You guys are boring. I’m going back to my room.” She moves to stand up, but Fred tightens his grip on her ankle.

“No,” he coos. “Stay, please.” Fred tilts his head back so he can pout up at Y/N. “We’ll be more entertaining, I promise.”

“Yeah, this game is over anyway,” George says with a grin. “Checkmate.”

Fred groans as his final piece falls. “I’ll get you next time.”

“Yeah sure you will,” George laughs. “Moving on to more exciting things, someone’s birthday is coming up.”

“That’s right! In just a few weeks little Y/N will finally be the big 17,” Fred teases, squeezing her ankle again.

Y/N kicks at him lightly. “Oh, shove off, I’m only a few months younger than you lot.”

“But we’re still older than you, and that’s what matters,” George teases. “So, what do you wanna do for your birthday?”

Y/N shrugs, she honestly hadn’t even thought about it. Her and Remus never really made a big deal about her birthday. They’d pick up some takeout from a muggle restaurant and later in the evening they’d have cake and she’d open up her presents. It was never anything special, and Y/N was fine with that.

“Just figured we’d do the usual, if I’m honest. Dinner, cake, some presents. Nothing crazy,” she responds a moment later.

Fred frowns up at her. “That’s it?”

“Figured you’d do something big; a young witch only turns 17 once ya know,” George says.

Y/N nods. “Yeah, that’s what I always do. Why would this year be any different?”

“I don’t know, maybe because your two best friends in the whole world are here to celebrate it with you?,” Fred teases.

“And your father is too,” Sirius says, causing all three of them to turn and look at him.

“Blimey dad, you scared me. How long have you been standing there?”

Sirius smiles at Y/N and steps farther into the room, his forearms resting on the back of the sofa. “Just a few minutes, the Order meeting just got out.”

Y/N can hear shuffling as people head past the sitting room towards the entrance of Grimmauld Place. “Anything exciting happening?” she asks hopefully.

Despite the fact that Fred and George have already reached adulthood in the Wizarding World and Y/N’s 17thbirthday was only a few weeks away, none of them had been allowed to join the order or attend meetings. Y/N had begged Remus to let her join not too long after summer started, and he had firmly put his foot down. Fred and George had managed to get their extendible ears up and running for them to eavesdrop on the meetings, but everything said ended up translated into Spanish.

“You know as much as I would like to share that information with all of you,” Sirius says slowly, looking from Y/N to the twins. “I can’t. For one it is classified information per Dumbledore’s orders,” Sirius rolls his eyes. “And two, your mother will have my head and mount it on the wall if I say anything to you boys.”

Y/N groans. “This is such bullshit. We’re old enough to be considered adults and yet we’re not allowed to make decisions for ourselves.”

“Why haven’t you joined the order?” Fred asks, squeezing Y/N’s ankle so she’ll look down at him. “Obviously George and I can’t because of Mum but why haven’t you? Sirius is clearly fine with it.”

“Because Remus said no,” she explains with an eyeroll, as if the answer is obvious. Y/N can hear Sirius shift uncomfortably behind her.

“And? Sirius is your dad. That’s got to count for something,” George points out.

Y/N frowns, she honestly hadn’t even thought about that. Sirius is her dad, and Remus may have been the one who raised her, but he’s not her dad. Y/N loved growing up with Remus, and she’s thankful that he sacrificed so much of his life so that she could be raised by someone who loved her and cared about her wellbeing. But Sirius is free from Azkaban now and they’re living under the same roof. Why shouldn’t Sirius be the one making her decisions?

“Makes sense to me,” Sirius says. “So, Y/N, you have my blessing. If you want to join the Order once you turn 17, then do it. You’re right. In the eyes of the ministry you become an adult in a few weeks, and you should be the one making your decisions.”

Y/N smiles up at her dad. “Guess this birthday will be a bit different than normal.”

“So, I’ve been trying to figure out what to get you for your birthday,” Fred muses as he comes to sit on the edge of Y/N’s bed.

Y/N resists her urge to pull him closer, instead choosing to nudge his side with her foot in the hopes that he’ll grab her ankle again. As weird of a gesture it might be, Y/N actually really enjoys it. “Is that why I’ve barely seen you? Too busy thinking?” she teases, a hint of seriousness in her voice.

Once Hermione arrived at Grimmauld Place it seemed like Molly was kicked into overdrive. She had them working like crazy to get the house cleaned and free of the magical pests that had taken residence in the empty house. Any free time they had Fred and George spent locked up in their room, meaning Y/N has only seen them at meals for the past week.

“Aw, did you miss me?” he asks playfully, his hand winding around her ankle. “George and I have just been busy is all. We’ve finally got the extendible ears transmitting in English, and we managed to get the Fainting Fancies to taste like caramel instead of ear wax.”

“That’s good, I guess,” she mumbles.

Fred squeezes her ankle lightly. “Oh, come on don’t be like that. You’re still my best girl.”

“You could have at least invited me to join,” Y/N says, trying to keep from smiling at their contact.

“Hey, I wanted to invite you in,” Fred says defensively. “But George kept spouting about how I get distracted when you help us, and we never end up getting anything done so he wouldn’t let me.” Fred is blushing like crazy and Y/N can’t help but smile.

“I’m just messing with you,” she chuckles, her stomach full of butterflies. “So, you’ve been thinking about what to get me, hm? Any ideas?”

“Oh loads,” Fred says, his thumb starting to rub circles on her ankle. “But nothing seems quite right.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Just get me what you do every year. A card that explodes and scares the shit out of me and a chocolate frog.”

Fred shakes his head. “No, it needs to be something, special. Your birthday gift to me this year was special, so I need to do something even better.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal,” Y/N says softly, looking away from Fred. Fred and George had taken advantage of the Triwizard Tournament and had spent the days leading up to each task taking bets and sacking away the money they made for their shop. Y/N knew that Fred wouldn’t straight up take any money from her, so she had gifted him a Galleon on his birthday, insisting that it was an investment in what she knew would be a successful business.

“Yes, it was,” he insists, pinching her ankle so she’ll look up at him. “Most everyone thinks we’re mental for putting everything we have into something that may never be successful, except for you. You’ve always believed in George and I, since the first prank we ever pulled. So yeah, maybe it was just a Galleon, but it was the meaning behind it that made it special.”

“Okay, no need to be so mushy,” she teases, trying to ignore the feeling Fred’s words give her. Fred is your friend she reminds herself. It’s normal for friends to say that kind of stuff to each other. And it’s normal to feel lightheaded when they do.

Fred laughs. “Fine, don’t take my compliment. I’m still going to do something special for your birthday. Whether you think you deserve it or not.” Fred squeezes her ankle again before standing up. “Alright I’ve gotta get back to George, I was only supposed to be going to the toilet.”

Y/N lays back against her pillows as Fred leaves her room, a dopey smile on her face as she tries to deny the fact that George may have been right all along.

Y/N watches as Fred shuffles the stack of cards, looking far too pleased with himself. Since their conversation in her room the other night, Fred has been making more of an effort to spend time with Y/N. They’ve been playing exploding snap with Ron and George for the past 45 minutes, and Fred has somehow managed to win every game.

“Take a picture, Y/N, it’ll last longer,” Fred teases, bringing Y/N out of her thoughts.

“Don’t know why anyone would want a picture of your ugly mug,” Ron pipes up, causing Y/N to laugh.

Fred hits Ron upside the head. “I don’t see anyone fawning over you either, git. Y/N’s been staring for a good five minutes, clearly she’s entranced by my beauty.”

“Oh, in your dreams, Weasley. I’m keeping an eye on you, there’s no way you’ve been winning by pure luck. You’re up to something and I’m going to figure it out,” she says, sticking her tongue out at him.

Fred winks at her. “Sure sure, whatever you say, dear.”

“Just deal the damn cards,” George groans, clearly annoyed by their antics. “Flirt with each other later.”

Y/N watches as Fred deals the cards to them all, trying to detect any signs of deception. She frowns when nothing appears to be out of order. They play normally for a few minutes, but Y/N’s suspicion that Fred is cheating returns as he quickly pulls ahead.

“How? How are you doing it?” Y/N asks 20 minutes later as Fred celebrates another win.

“I told you, I’m not cheating. It’s okay to be jealous of my success, Y/N. You’ll get better the more you play,” Fred teases with a wink.

Y/N groans. When Fred goes to grab the cards to shuffle again, Y/N slaps her hand on top of them. “If you’re not cheating then you won’t mind if I shuffle this time,” she smirks. Fred sputters as he tries to think of a reason why Y/N shouldn’t shuffle. “I knew it! You’re charming the cards aren’t you?”

“No, of course not,” Fred says quickly, a sheepish smile on his face.

“I knew it!” Y/N shouts. “You’re a dead man, Fred Weasley!”

Fred gets up and runs around the room, Y/N following close behind him. Y/N manages to catch up and she jumps on his back, Fred’s hands automatically gripping her thighs, so she doesn’t fall.

“Do I even want to know?” Hermione asks as she steps into the room.

Fred has thrown Y/N onto the couch and is tickling her mercilessly, while George and Ron look on in disgust.

George shakes his head. “No, probably not.”

“There’s the birthday girl,” Sirius says with a smile as Y/N enters the kitchen. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks, dad,” Y/N says as Sirius envelops her in a hug.

She takes a seat next to Fred when they part, a blush forming on her cheeks when he puts his arm around her and pulls her into his side. “Good morning to you too, doofus,” she teases, piling some pancakes on her plate.

“How does it feel to be an old woman?” Fred teases, causing George to laugh.

“I can’t believe our little Y/N is already so grown up,” George says playfully, pretending to wipe away a tear.

Y/N rolls her eyes as she drowns her pancakes in syrup. “You’re both insufferable, do you know that?”

Remus enters the kitchen then, a large smile on his face. “Didn’t expect to see you up so early.” He pauses behind Y/N to ruffle her hair and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Happy birthday, Y/N.”

“Thanks Remus,” she says, flicking Fred in the ear as he laughs.

“I can’t believe you’re 17 already. Seems like just yesterday your mother was laying on the beach refusing to believe she was in labor,” Sirius muses with a smile as Remus sits down.

Remus chuckles. “I remember that. I think you sent me 15 owls in the span of 45 minutes.”

“Well I was in full on panic mode, Moony. I thought Marlene was going to give birth right in the sand!”

Y/N feels like her cheeks are on fire as Fred and George snicker to themselves. “Okay, can we please talk about something that isn’t my birth? Literally anything else I’m begging.”

“Potty training, then? Because boy do I have some stories about that,” Remus teases, a laugh falling from his lips as Y/N chucks a grape at his head. “I’m only joking, no need to start a food fight.”

The kitchen starts to fill up then as everyone starts to wake up, and Y/N is thankful that all of the heat is off of her. Y/N looks around as everyone takes a seat at the table and starts to each, idle conversations popping up all around. Y/N can’t remember a time when she felt this content. Nearly all the people she cares about are sitting around the same table, it’s like every wish she’s ever made on a birthday cake has come true.

“So, Y/N, now that you’re 17 are you going to join the Order?” Ginny asks excitedly.

Before Y/N has a chance to respond Remus chuckles. “Of course not, she’s still in school. That’s the rule, no underage wizards and no wizards that are still in school.”

“That’s not the Order’s rule,” Y/N points out as she frowns. “That’s Molly’s rule for Fred and George. I no longer have the trace and I can do magic outside of school. Therefore, I’m joining the Order.”

Remus gives her a look. “Even so we talked about this at the beginning of summer. I said no, end of story.”

Y/N puts her fork down. “No, not end of story. I was 16 at the beginning of summer, now I’m 17. I can make my own choices. And besides, Sirius said it was okay.”

“Sirius’ opinion has no bearing on the matter. I told you that you’re too young to join the Order and that’s final,” Remus scolds.

“And why does my opinion have no bearing, Remus?” Sirius asks firmly. “Last I checked Y/N is my daughter, not yours.”

The air in the room is tense, and everyone looks around, trying not to pay too much attention to the exchange between Sirius and Remus.

“She might as well be. It’s not like I haven’t sacrificed the past 15 years of my life to raise her or anything since you got yourself tossed in Azkaban,” Remus responds coldly.

Y/N stands up suddenly and everyone turns to look at her. “Sorry that I was such a burden on your life, Remus. No need to worry, I’m 17 now and I can take care of myself. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you any longer.”

With that Y/N turns on her heel and stomps out of the kitchen, a few stray tears streaming down her face.

“Go away,” Y/N shouts at whoever is knocking at her door. She’s lying on her side in bed, her body curled around a pillow that she’s hugging to her chest.

“Please let me in, Y/N,” Fred pleads.

Y/N sits up and wipes away the few stray tears still running down her cheeks. With a wave of her wand the door unlocks. “Fine, come in.”

Fred pushes the door open and slowly comes in, one hand behind his back. He bites his lip as shuts the door behind him, his eyes focused on Y/N. “Are you alright?” he asks softly as he takes a seat down next to her.

“Do I look alright?” she asks, gesturing towards her disheveled appearance.

Fred smiles at her. “I dunno, you look just as beautiful as you always do”

“You’re only saying that to make me feel better,” she says lamely, lightly shoving Fred’s shoulder.

“As if,” Fred scoffs. “You always look beautiful to me, Y/N. Even after you dove headfirst into that snowbank while sledding 2nd year.”

Y/N glares at Fred, but she can’t help but smile as well. “Okay fine, I’m smiling. Are you happy now?”

“Ecstatic,” Fred teases with a wink. He pauses, reaching out to grab Y/N’s hand with his free one. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice serious. “That was, something back there.”

Y/N shrugs, squeezing Fred’s hand. “I always forget how young Remus was when I fell into his lap. I mean he was only 4 years older than we are now and suddenly he was responsible for a toddler than wasn’t even his. I know he gave up a lot to take care of me but hearing him say it like that,” Y/N’s voice cracks as tears well up in her eyes again. “It makes me feel, I dunno, bad. Like a burden.”

“Hey, now, I’ll have none of that,” he says softly, wiping away the few tears that stream down her cheeks. “First of all, you have nothing to feel bad about. It’s not your fault that Remus chose to bring you up. And second of all, honestly, love I don’t think he meant a word of what he said. He looked so awful after you left, he was really broken up about it.”

Y/N sniffles. “Really?” When Fred nods she takes a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have pushed it either. I was kind of being a brat,” she admits, sticking her tongue out at Fred when he nods in agreement. “I should go apologize.”

Y/N moves to get up, but Fred tightens his grip on her hand. “Wait, not yet.”

“What now?” Y/N groans, squeezing his hand back to let him know she’s only kidding.

“I know it’s a little too early for presents but,” he says as his other hands comes from behind his back. There’s a medium sized black box in his hand, with a big red bow right in the middle. “I can’t wait any longer to give it to you and I figured it’d make you feel better.”

“Fred,” Y/N gasps, a pink blush appearing on her cheeks to match the one on Fred’s. “I told you just to get me a chocolate frog.”

“And I told you I was going to get you something special,” he responds cheekily. He pushes the box into her hand. “Open it.”

Y/N releases Fred hand so she can open the box, her eyes not leaving his. When Fred gives her a nod of encouragement she looks down at the box, a small gasp leaving her lips. “Oh Fred.”

Inside the box is a delicate silver chain, with a silver charm in the shape of an F hanging from it. Y/N’s fingers ghost over the chain lightly, trying to find the right words to express how much she loves it. Emotions are bubbling up in her mouth, threatening to spill out everywhere and her heart is fluttering in her chest.

“Do you like it?” Fred asks nervously.

“Like it?” Y/N asks as she looks back up at Fred. “I love it Fred, it’s gorgeous. It was worth all the thinking you put into it, it’s perfect.”

Fred smiles at Y/N. “Well I settled on this particular piece of jewelry because I was able to get a matching one pretty easily.” Y/N gives Fred a look of confusion, and he chuckles as he reaches a hand into the collar of his shirt. He pulls out a necklace that looks identical to the one in Y/N’s hand, but the charm that hangs off of it is the first letter of her name.

“I charmed them, so when you touch the F on your necklace, the letter on mine warms up and when I touch the letter on mine, the F on yours does the same. That way whenever I’m thinking of you or you’re thinking of me, we can touch our charms and let the other know,” he explains softly.

“Fred that,” Y/N swallows thickly. “That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Fred clears his throat and grabs Y/N’s hand again. “It’s looking more and more like George and I aren’t going to be completing our final year at Hogwarts.” Y/N goes to say something, but Fred puts a hand up to stop her. “With the money that we made last year and the money that Harry gave us from the Triwizard tournament we were able to rent out a place in Diagon Alley. We’re still gonna start the year, it’ll give us time to test our products and start to build up a customer base, but we already decided that we’re not going to finish the year.”

Fred releases Y/N’s hand so he can cup her cheek instead. “And I can’t leave you there at Hogwarts without there being some way for me to tell you when I’m thinking of you. Because Y/N you are constantly on my mind. You are the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I think about before I go to sleep at night. You’re my everything. You’re my voice of reason, you’re my source of comfort, you’re my best friend and,” Fred pauses, taking a deep breath. “And you’re the love of my life.”

“Fred,” Y/N breaths.

Y/N is so overwhelmed with emotion that she can’t find the words to express everything that Fred means to her, so she does the next best thing. Y/N tentatively leans forward and lightly brushes her lips against Fred’s. Taking the hint, Fred presses their lips together in a heated kiss. Their lips move together softly, and when Fred pulls away Y/N feels lightheaded.

“I love you,” she whispers softly, kissing Fred again briefly. “At some point you became so much more than my best friend and I tried to deny it for so long, in case you didn’t feel the same. But Merlin, Fred. I am stupid, stupid in love with you.”

Fred chuckles and presses a peck to Y/N’s lips. “Thank Merlin George was right, otherwise I would have just mucked up the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Fred pauses, taking the necklace out of its’ box. “Just don’t tell him I said that.”

“And give him the satisfaction of being right? Never,” she says with a chuckle. Y/N moves her hair out of the way so Fred can clasp the necklace around her neck. The chain is cold, and it sends a shiver down her spine. “Well, let’s see if it works then.”

“Do you doubt my abilities?” Fred teases.

As Fred grabs a hold the charm on his necklace, the F on Y/N’s starts to warm up, causing goosebumps to pop up on her chest. “Not in the slightest,” she assures, grabbing a hold of the F. Fred leans forward and presses their lips together again, both of them still desperately dripping their charms.

“To be honest with you,” George says from the doorway, looking up at Remus and Sirius. “I don’t think she’s thinking about what happened at breakfast.

Y/N and Fred laugh into each other’s mouths as Y/N fumbles around for her wand. With a wave the door slams shut. “Oh yea, there are definitely perks to being 17,” she says, pulling away from Fred’s mouth. When Fred gives her a questioning look she waves her wand again.

“What did you just cast?” he asks, allowing Y/N to pull him on top of her as she lays back on her bed.

She grins up at him, her hands gripping his neck. “A silencing charm.”

Fred presses their lips together hotly, thinking of all the non-platonic things he wants to do to Y/N.

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rainydayhogwartsimagines · 5 years ago

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Hey lady, if you’re not busy could you do a George imagine? Along the lines of something with the 7 Potters, the reader and George fight about her going along with everyone and have a slight falling out. Then things become okay when George ends up with his ear blown off afterwards at the Burrow. Make sense? Thanks❤️

You frowned. "What the fuck do you mean I'm not going?" You asked George. "I mean, I talked it out with everyone else, you're not going, simple." George said walking. "Since when has literally everyone else had control over my actions!?" You asked. "Since this became a literal life and death situation and your dad didn't want you to die, and quite frankly I'm not a fan of that idea either." George said to you. "To hell what my dad thinks, Harry needs my help and I'm helping him!" You said. "And you will. Here." George said. "George!" You huffed, following him downstairs. "You can't stop me from doing this George!" You said angrily.

Remus looked up, hearing the argument. "No, you're right. But a whole group can." George said. "I can do this George, God why can't I just go--" "Because I refuse to put you in direct danger like that Y/n!" George snapped. "So you can go out into danger and I'm supposed to just sit here and pretend like that's fine while you and my dad charge off into battle like a couple of naïve jackasses who thinks that's safer!?" You asked. "Remus for the love of God talk to her." George sighed.

"Darling we are just trying to look out for you." Remus said. "You all seem to forget that I have a score to settle with these monsters too!" You snapped. "I know that Y/n, but your anger tends to blind you and we cannot risk you going out there and dying." Remus said. "But my boyfriend and his brother aren't. Hmm. Gee I'm beginning to think the jury is biased!" You snapped. "Yes. We are. We're all people who love you too much to see you hurt--" "I am more than willing to die for this-- God why can't you just--" "I already lost your mother I am not losing you too!" Remus said sharply. You shook your head and kicked the side of the fireplace. "I lost someone too! I witnessed people die too! I saw that-- I lived through that-- I LOST SIRIUS TOO!" You screamed.

The two men were silent as you shook. "You all get to play this part of coming back from a war like it only affects you. But you forget that I have seen this too. I was sitting in those stands watching Harry cling to Cedric, I was there when Umbridge took over, I was there when Arthur almost died and I was there when Sirius died. I can fucking handle myself and I've proven that time and time again, why can't any of you see that?" You asked. George sighed and shook his head "We know you can handle yourself Y/n. We just don't have a guarantee of survival." Remus said. "Neither do you and I can't lose either of you!" You said. "We can't lose you either!" George said back.

You shook your head. "Then don't go." You said, your voice breaking as you did. George closed his eyes, unable to look at that broken look you were giving him. "I have to do this." George said. You shook your head and George reached for you but you slapped his hand away, saying nothing as you pushed past him and went upstairs. George looked at Remus who was running a hand over his face. "We're doing the right thing. Right?" George asked. "We are... I just hope she sees that." Remus sighed.

You didn't come back downstairs for a while. Not even when George knocked on the door and told you that they'd be back soon. Well right now you were regretting not saying goodbye. Anxiety was coursing through you. You were absolutely terrified that something was going to happen. A part of you wished that you went with the group but George and Remus were dead set on leaving you out of the danger. Bill, Fred, George Fleur, Hermione and Ron all took a Polyjuice potion to throw death eaters off. You were forced to wait at the Burrow with Molly and Ginny.

You wouldn't stop moving. You were bouncing your leg or getting up and pacing. "I should have tried to stop them." you sighed. "Them?" Ginny asked. "George goes wherever Fred does, and Dad is out there-- I should have stopped them!" You sighed. "We're worried too dear." Molly said softly. You bit your nails and heard something outside.

You, Molly and Ginny ran out to see Harry and Hagrid. "Where are the others?" Molly asked. "They're not back yet?" Harry asked. "No." You muttered. Ginny pulled you aside. "I'm sure it's okay. Think about it Y/n, they would have to space out the times to come back to really throw them off.." Ginny assured. You nodded and noticed a blue flash of light. Molly had already gone back inside, unaware of the situation.

Remus ran out with George's arm wrapped around him, blood spewing from him. "George!" You gasped, helping Remus with him. You guided him to the couch and Molly gasped, George holding your hand. "Don't let me go." He muttered, you kneeled, Molly on your other side. Remus slammed Harry against the fireplace. "What creature sat in the corner the first time Harry Potter had visited my office in Hogwarts!?" Remus asked, wand aimed at Harry. "Have you gone MAD!?" Harry asked. "WHAT CREATURE!?" Remus repeated. "Grindylow!" Harry answered. Remus retracted and breathed. "We've been betrayed, Voldemort knew you were being moved tonight. I had to make sure you weren't an imposter." Remus explained as Molly tended to George. You heard noises outside and you drew shaking breaths, trying to keep calm in front of George.

Harry, Remus and Ginny ran outside to see what the noise was as you gripped George's hand. "I should've been with you." You breathed. "no... no you could've died tonight Y/n, I couldn't let that happen." George muttered. You were having a harder time keeping it together. "I shouldn't have yelled at you earlier." you whimpered. "It's okay Y/n..." George assured.

Fred ran over, kneeling next to you and wrapping an arm around you for comfort. "How you feelin' Georgie?" Fred asked. "Saint like." George said groggily. "Come again?" Fred asked. "Saint like. I'm Holy. I'm holey Fred. Get it?" George joked. You let out a laugh through the tears and Fred pulled you closer once he realized you were crying. "A whole wide world of ear related humor and you go for 'I'm holey'? It's pathetic." Fred snorted. "Still better looking than you." George said, still holding your hand. You drew shaking breaths and kissed his hand as Bill emerged.

"Mad eye's dead." Bill muttered. You said nothing, pulling away from the boys and walking upstairs. Remus followed you, knocking on the door of Ginny's room. He peaked his head inside and saw you crying on the bed you usually slept in. He sat next to you and pulled you to his chest, you sobbing and shaking in his arms. "I-I'm sorry dad." You whimpered. "It's alright pup, I'm okay. And considering what trooper George was during the battle, I'm sure he will be too." Remus assured. You clenched the sides of Remus' jacket and he rubbed your back. "It could've been you." You whimpered. "What?" Remus asked. "Alister could've b-been you or George dad." you muttered. Remus pulled you closer. "I almost lost b-both of you." You whimpered. Remus held you tightly and let out a breath. "I know Pup... I know." he soothed.

Molly knocked on the doorframe, seeing you hugging Remus. "Oh darling... Are you alright?" She asked. "This war sucks." you whined making both of the parents laugh. Molly kissed your forehead, smiling. "I'm making dinner tonight.. A little treat for survival." She said. You let out a sad laugh and she smiled. "Thank you Molly." Remus said before she went back downstairs. "Will you be alright?" Remus asked. You nodded and he got up, you wiping your eyes. You looked over to see Fred standing in the doorway.

"Georgie wanted to see you." Fred said. "okay." you muttered getting up. You walked back downstairs and George looked over, slightly more aware of his surroundings. "Hey darling-- ow." He winced as he spoke. "Careful George." you said, kneeling next to him. He kissed your hand amd you sighed looking at him. Remus set a bowl of water, a towel and bandages down. "We need to clean his wounds... Do you want to do it?" Remus asked. "You're better at it." You said to him.

"Hold him. He's about to hate me." Remus said. "Any idea who did this to you?" You asked. "no.." George said. You sighed and kissed his hand as Remus began the process. George winces and you felt him tightened his grip around your hand. "Remus about that thing we talked about-- Ow!" George said making Remus raise a brow. "I haven't changed my answer if that's what you're asking." Remus said. "Good-- Holy fuck that hurts." George winced. "Love, you're gripping my hand a little too tight." You winced. He slowly released the tight grip but quickly tightened it again after Remus touched the wound again. "Nngg-- Christ how do you deal with this!?" He asked, referring to the scars that you had from Remus' changes.

He rarely allowed you near him during full moons but sometimes he genuinely had no one else and needed you there. It certainly helped that you were an animagus. The irony of you being a wolf when your dad was a werewolf was not lost on you. You had this ongoing theory that Sirius was actually your uncle and you being a wolf was a way to distinguish the family. Actually, Sirius went along with this too, referring to you, him and Remus (and later on, Tonks) as a pack.

"I have my ways." You said as George gripped your hand. "Tell me something good-- PLEASE!" George winced. "I'm glad you made it back to me." You said softly. He chuckled before wincing. "I'm almost done" Remus assured. "Hell on Earth wouldn't have stopped me from seeing you again Y/n." George said as remus finally got the blood to stop. "Lean up." Remus said. George slowly leaned up, Remus carefully wrapping his head. George winced slightly at the fabric's contact with his ear and George pulled you into his arms now that he was sitting up.

"I'm sorry I worried you darling." George said. You said nothing, burying your face in the crook of his neck. "I love you." He said. "I love you too." You mumbled making him lean so your face was off of his neck and staring at him. His kissed your forehead and you curled into his lap, George holding you close.

Remus looked at his daughter and George, Molly and Arthur standing next to him. "Should we separate them?" Tonks asked. Remus chuckled and shook his head.

"No... No let's leave them alone for a while"

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rons-hermiones · 4 years ago

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Come Find Me

by rons-hermiones

Summary: Unplanned, Hermione is forced to spend Christmas at the Burrow due to her grandmother falling very ill. After being ignored by Hermione for weeks, Ron is determined to show her how much she means to him. Just before he gets the chance to tell her, Bellatrix Lestrange shows up with other plans for Hermione. Can Ron get to her before it's too late? (Ron/Hermione Half-Blood Prince AU)

Rating: M for language & dark themes in later chapters.

Chapter Twelve

He lays there, for Merlin knows how long. And all he wants to do is cry. To break down and sob like a child, but he can’t. Not when Hermione’s brilliant, but absolutely stupid, mind casted this damn stunning spell.

Even the thought of her pains him now, more than it ever did before. This was all his fault.

Time doesn’t even seem to be moving because Hermione’s gone and that’s really all that’s resonating in him. Not seconds, not minutes, just nothing.

The fire must’ve faded away with Bellatrix’s exit because suddenly a multitude of footsteps and yells are bursting through the air.

“Ronnie!”

“Harry!”

“Hermione!”

All chorus through the air. But he can’t answer, he thinks it’d be that way even if he wasn’t stunned silent, because Hermione’s gone and he’s as good as it too.

“I’m here! I’m here!” Ron hears Harry yell from nearby.

He can make out the sound of his best friend's body clambering into someone else’s.

“Over here!” George calls out, causing several more people to enter.

“Ronnie have you seen him? Have you seen Hermione?” It’s Charlie asking, who seemingly joined the fray.

“No, no,” Harry sounds rushed, panicked, “Bellatrix, she had Hermione. I stunned Greyback, her and Ron took off running. This is my fault. All my fault.” He was heaving.

And as much as Ron wanted to lay there forever, pretending everything didn’t just happen he knows he can’t. He has to be strong for Harry, for Hermione.

So he tries to speak. The sounds of Harry and his brother's voices weren’t that far, he hopes they can hear the pathetic grumbles escaping him.

“Er-my-knee.” And he doesn’t know why he says it, but it just happens.

And it happens again, “Er-my-knee.”

“Did you hear that?” Harry asked, hushing everyone.

“Hermione.” Ron manages a little stronger, suddenly getting feeling back in the tips of his fingers and toes.

“It’s Ron.” George says.

“Ron! Ron, where are you?” Charlie calls.

Their footsteps sound closer, he speaks again, “Hermione.”

“Did you hear it again? It sounds like he’s right here, but there’s no one.” George whispers.

Then, Harry takes a step and seemingly trips over Ron’s invisible form. The movement jostles the ginger, therefore undoing the disillusionment charm.

“Oh thank Merlin.” Charlie breathes with watery eyes.

They then notice his arms and legs as stiff as boards. George casts a reviving spell, making Ron sit up with a sharp gasp.

“Hermione.” Is all he can say again.

They all exchange looks, “we’re looking for her Ron, do you know where she is?” Charlie asks, crouching down to his level.

Tears trickle down his cheeks before he can help it, “gone.” Is all he says before meeting Harry’s sad eyes, “she’s gone.”

“What the hell do you mean she’s gone?” Charlie dares to ask after a moment as he hoists his brother from the ground.

“Gone Charlie! As in she’s not here!” He explodes, then suddenly, his anger melts into something else, “my fault. All my fault. I’m so sorry. Hermione, I’m sorry.” Ron’s now hysterical.

Charlie has to slide an arm under his arm pit as George does the same from the other side. Quickly, worried he may be hurt, his brothers, followed by Harry usher him to the house.

“Oh Ronnie!” His mother shouts happily at the sight of him, tears streaming her cheeks in relief. However, her euphoria is short lived at the sight of him.

Ignoring Molly, Harry throws open the Burrow door as they set Ron on the couch.

“Have you found her? Have you found Hermione?” Tonks asks, stumbling after them.

‘Come find me.’

“Won’t find her. Never gonna find her.” Ron cries.

“Not if you don’t start talking we won’t!” Lupin boomed angrily as he entered the room.

“Remus.” Molly chastised.

“No, he’s right Mum.” Bill said, stepping forward.

Crouching in front of his distraught brother he spoke soundly, “Ron, can you tell us what happened? Where Hermione’s gone to?”

Ron’s body continues to shake with cries, “gone. She’s gone. It doesn’t matter.”

“Ron,” Bill tried again.

“Told me to find her. Never gonna find her.” His tears subsided as his voice grew sour.

Bill had enough. He understood whatever happened outside was a harrowing experience, but they were going to get nowhere if Ron didn’t talk. So, he slapped his brother hard across the face.

“William!” Both his Mum and Fleur yelled in unison.

“You listen to me right now Ron, we’re never gonna find Hermione if you don’t start talking! You can sit here and feel sorry for yourself, waiting around for her to die, or you can bloody well do something about it!” He bit out angrily, knowing the only way to reach him was tough love.

And like the sting on his left cheek, Bill’s words, it was like a rush of blood to the head. All of the sudden things became less blurry.

It was no longer just about Hermione being gone, but also working tirelessly to get her back.

‘Come find me.’

“She’s so stupid. So stupid Harry.” He moans to his best friend.

“Why Ron? What did she do?” Ginny stepped forward and asked.

For whatever reason, his mind wouldn’t allow him to speak to any of them, not anyone but Harry. It’s not just because he’s his best mate, but Hermione’s too.

“Harry, please just let me tell you.” He pleaded like a little kid asking his mother for a new broomstick.

At this, Harry’s green eyes cautiously found all the Weasley’s. Arthur was the one who nodded first, soon followed by Molly.

“Take Ron to the kitchen Harry.” Missus Weasley said in her best motherly tone, doing her best not to cry.

At this, the chosen one grasped Ron’s arm as he ushered him away, the ginger numbly following.

“Wait!” Fred called out, the loud noise making his youngest brother jump.

“Is Hermione” he feels his throat close at the thought, “is she alive?” The twin asks, scared for the answer.

Ron stared into nothingness. He heard Fred, but he doesn’t know what to say. A ‘yes’ wouldn’t be enough, not when she’s probably been taken to hell on earth. He can’t think of her as some cold lifeless corpse either, Lestrange did say they didn’t want her dead, right?

And maybe he’s barking, but deep down he knows she’s still alive, that’s she’s okay. He swears he can feel it deep within him.

‘Come find me.’

The words won’t stop bouncing off the walls of his head.

“Ron?” Harry beckons him to answer, needing to know himself.

“For now.” It’s the best he can give before he stumbles into the kitchen, hearing Tonk’s voice whisper something to everyone about Dumbledore as he exits.

The Boy-Who-Lived pushed him down into a chair as he pulled one to face him.

“Ron you have to tell me what happened alright? I know it’s hard, but this, this is Hermione.” Harry doesn’t think in all his years, not when he was old enough to understand his parents death, not when Cedric died, hell, not even when Sirius died, did he think he had to be this strong.

Ron and Hermione were the first things he’s ever had that resembled family. The fear of losing her, it was almost the worst of it all, but he knew that if he could help her, he first had to help Ron.

“Harry, I’m so sorry, I should’ve done more.” The dark haired boy could see the sob already bubbling up in his throat.

“It’s okay Ron, it’s alright, I need you to start at the pond, after I stunned Greyback. What happened next?” He tried hoping to distract Ron from becoming hysterical.

After a moment, the ginger took a staggering breath and began, “we started running and Hermione, she told me that,” he could feel himself about to crumble, “she told me,” Ron couldn’t get the words out.

“What did she tell you?” Harry’s voice was like a lifeline. Something he was clinging onto, guiding him through this.

He hates himself for even putting Harry in this position at all.

“Lestrange, she-she mentioned something to Hermione I guess about how she didn’t come here for you. She didn’t come for anyone.” He managed, somehow coherent.

“She didn’t?” Potter couldn't help but ask.

Ron shook his head, “we stopped, over by the oak tree, the one Herm, the one she reads at.” He can’t find it within him to say her name, “Bellatrix we heard her, thought, she thought we were you.” A tear slid its way down his cheek.

“You’re doing good Ron. I promise.” Harry said clutching on his shoulder.

The touch gives the red head the strength he needs, “Bellatrix and Greyback, they were talking. Said that You-Know-Who didn’t want you killed. Under no circumstances were you to be killed, even if they found you.” This part puzzled Ron greatly, so much so, his sadness was replaced by sheer confusion.

“What?” Harry seemed to feel the same.

He nodded slowly, “dunno, but she had-she-Lestrange had other ideas.”

“Such as?” Ron needed these little interjections, they kept him sane.

“Me, she wanted to ki-to kill me.” He stopped to catch his breath, “but they weren’t allowed to kill her.”

Harry didn’t think he had it in him to be strong for Ron much longer. The thought of him dying, the thought of Death Eaters having bigger plans Hermione was a horrendous thought. And it was all because of him.

“She said there’d been talk about-about Her, Hermione.” He chokes on her name, “about how she’s the brilliant one so she must know the most, that they could get the most information from her.”

He stops talking. A whole two minutes goes by and he says nothing.

Impatiently, Harry needs more, “how did you end up on the ground stunned with a disillusionment charm.”

And just like that, the floodgates are broken. He’s scared if Harry knows the truth, knows why she did what she did, that he’ll hate him. The chosen one will blame Ron for her being gone, and he should, but in turn Wealsey will lose both of him. And he needs Harry more than ever right now, he’s the closest one to understand how this feels. How much Hermione means to him, to them.

“The second Lestrange said it, the second Hermionee looked at me and I knew, I just knew.” He manages between sobs.

“Knew what?” Harry shakes his shoulder, hoping to ease him so he’d be more understandable.

“She’s so brilliant Harry, too bloody brilliant, fucking stupid too.” His cries are becoming hysterical as he heaves loudly.

Both of Harry’s hands find his friend's shoulders and gives them a hard squeeze, too hard, but he needs Ron’s attention.

“You have to tell me what happened.” The dark haired boy did his best to keep his voice strong and commanding, but it was shaking, he was scared for what was to come.

“Lestrange- she wanted to kill me she didn’t want to kill Hermione, not yet anyway.” he can’t help but add sadly.

Harry, knowing Hermione as well as he did, began to frantically shake his head, “tell me she didn’t Ron. Please tell me.” It was now his turn to cry.

With a harsh gasp, the ginger went on, now trying to be strong for Harry, “I wasn’t fast enough, I knew, but she’s too quick. Stunned me before I could even say goodbye.” He had so many things he wishes he could’ve told her, but never mind that, he wishes he could’ve stopped her, taken her place.

“The disillusionment charm?” Harry said, sounding broken.

“Right after she stunned me.” He sunk his head into his hands, “Bellatrix, she disarmed her. I heard the crack, I heard them apparate away. I did nothing, nothing.” Ron spat, disgusted with himself.

“She saved you. She saved your life.” Harry sounds breathless as tears fall out of his green eyes.

“She saved me.” And just like that Ron broke down with him, this time Harry joining him.

Absently, their hands began clutching to one another. Ron gripped Harry’s shirt with fervor as the Boy-Who-Lived clung to his back wildly, burying his head in his shoulder as Ron fell into his chest.

Ron felt so alone, until right now. They both lost Hermione.

Time passed, who knows how long, but it couldn’t have been a while because no one has bothered them.

“Do you think,” Harry’s throat is scratchy from the tears, he slowly pulls away from Ron’s embrace, “do you think she does? Know something I mean.”

The ginger frantically shakes his head, “dunno, probably,” the black book she’s been clinging to completely slips the pair's minds, “we weren’t exactly on the best of terms.”

And just like that, he’s reminded of all the mistakes he’s made these past few months. He never got the chance to even say he’s sorry, and now, he doesn’t know if he ever will.

“Merlin, oh Merlin,” he moaned in anguish, “Hermione, she thinks, she thinks I hate her. I never said sorry, I don’t know if I’ll ever say sorry.” He begins panting, Harry recognizes this as a panic attack and instantly takes Ron’s face in his hands.

“Look at me,” Ron’s eyes remained closed, “Ron look at me!” Harry roars, fierce determination etched onto his features, “don’t talk about her like we’re never gonna see her again, do you hear me?”

The ginger said nothing and continued trying to catch his breath.

“Ron do you hear me!” Harry yells.

This surprisingly seems to anchor Weasley back to reality.

“We’re going to find her.” The chosen one states.

‘Come find me.’

“She told me to find her.” His voice doesn’t come out strangled or shaken, instead it’s strong, speaking with such fervor. He was determined to do just what she asked.

“And we will. But first we need help.”

“We need Dumbledore.” Ron finished Harry’s thought.

#ron x hermione #ron weasley #ron and hermione #rons-hermiones come find me #hermione granger #romione fanfic #romione #hp #hp fanfic #sixth year

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cartooness · 4 years ago

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Mystery March Day 10: Mistake (Her Name?)

Alright my dudes: I know. Tis I, Cartooness, posting a ficlet of sorts. Which I never do lmao.

BUT!

I had ideas OWOWOWOWOWOW

Warning this portrays Mystery in a negative light so if that’s not ya jam, go ahead and skip.

**I START HERE, I’M USING THE READ MORE FOR A DIFFERENT TIME >:3**

SO @nemesis-is-my-middle-name and I were chatting and this is what came out of it XD

In my AU (that’s where my Lavender Grey character comes from lol), since I first made it I thought “omg what if Mystery was like. ‘Afraid’ or just weary of her because of how powerful she is” but now that The Future is out, I’m all “holy fucking shit what if Mystery is almost *jealous* of her because the gang doesn’t want him around her”. They say it’s for her sake (but it’s also for their sake) because they don’t want her to be scared.

He’s both [weary and jealous of Lavender], he’s all “okay. This girl comes LITERALLY out of nowhere and I’m glad they’re giving her a place to stay, she is a child. But this is a very powerful child, one that overwhelmingly outranks me in that field. Why aren’t they afraid of her? Why is it ME that they’re keeping her away from?”

I guess he knows what he’s done in the past was shitty, but he doesn’t know why this random ass kid owns their heart now when he’s the one who was there first. Ya know, like an asshole.

I wanna say that he makes her cry because he just lets all the negativity loose and he’s caught mid rant by ARTHUR.

So. Mystery has basically been fending for himself for a little while, no big deal. Except he can't stop thinking about that damned girl. What has she done for them? How has she won them all over so easily? Only Lewis was the type to be soft for children, but Arthur? VIVI? Being parental figures? The world has gone mad.

He saw them time to time in that mansion of Lewis's, and they all looked so happy without him. Vivi hadn't seemed to be going on missions anymore, which was beyond shocking. Why not, that child is so powerful any threats would back off if they had a single brain cell.

Not to mention Shiromori was now on the girl's side; he spotted her occasionally checking up on her and putting small blooms in her hair, typically while she slept. It made the child look more innocent than she actually was in his eyes. He remembered when he was the one getting flower gifts and such when Shiromori was on his side. And with a protector like her, the child was practically untouchable.

Mystery flirted with the idea of that girl getting hurt and them coming back to him for help. But he didn't let himself ponder too long, that would be cruel. But he couldn't help but think about it.

What *would* happen if harm came her way?

Would they mourn her if such a fate could happen?

Would they come crying back to him?

Or would they blame him for a tragedy he didn't cause. They just *loved* to blame him.

...

He couldn't stop himself anymore. He trotted his way to that stupid little happy home and sniffed out what room belonged to the girl, the unmistakable scent of raw power and flowers filling the air. He peered into her window, in his dog form, and lo and behold she was there. He yanked the window open and sat on her bed, not caring about getting that sickeningly "cute" comforter dirty with his mud covered paws.

"Oh! It's you, Mystery. Can... I help you?" She was a bit puzzled as to what he needed her for, she thought he was fine being on his own.

Actually my dear, you can.

"Oh?-"

Get out of their lives. You don't deserve anything they've given you.

Her pupils shrunk, taken aback from his remark. "Did I do something wrong? I don't-"

Don't play stupid with me, girl. You are the reason I'm not allowed to be with them anymore, that I've been scorned to never return. You just barged your way into their lives, into MY life and took everything I've worked so hard for away. They're so worried about their 'little princess' that they don’t realize how damn DANGEROUS you are!

Don't they feel that power you possess? Aren't they afraid of you?

She looked like he ripped her gut out, her eyes welling with tears, irises ever so slightly tinting blue with sadness.

Don't you DARE cry, he growled, you won't get a drop of pity out of me.

"Mystery”, she started, sniffling as she tried to speak, “please tell me-"

I'M ALREADY TELLING YOU, YOU IDIOT! HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE? YOU RUINED EVERYTHING FOR ME AND YOU’RE ACTING LIKE YOU DESERVE THIS LOVING LITTLE FAMILY? WELL YOU DON'T. *I'M* THE ONE WHO PROTECTED THEM, *I'M* THE ONE WHO KEPT THEM OUT OF HARM'S WAY, THEN YOU SHOW UP AND RIP IT ALL AWAY!!

WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS? WHY DO YOU ACT LIKE YOU'RE HARMLESS? NOBODY WITH POWERS LIKE YOURS STAY IDLE. WHERE DID YOU EVEN COME FROM?! I KNOW YOU'RE NOT HUMAN, SO DON'T TRY AND LIE TO ME. YOU THINK YOU'RE *SO* SPECIAL DON'T YOU?

She was sobbing now, eyes visibly baby blue and tears running down her face.

FOR GOD'S SAKE, SHUT UP WITH ALL THAT CRYING AND-

"Mystery if you don't leave right now I SWEAR I will chop every God forsaken tail of yours off."

Shit.

A-Arthur I-

"Why the fuck are you here? What made you think you were welcome?" His fatherly instinct had kicked in as soon he heard noise from his child’s room and ran over in an instant.

"Lav, baby, go to the bathroom” he started with a kiss to her nose, “so you can go wash your face. I have some business to finish", directing his gaze towards the intruder.

I'm here to open your eyes, Arthur. What has she accomplished while I was gone? What’s been going on with you... five? It seems her army grows every day.

"That is PATHETIC, Mystery."

What is? I'm just stating-

"I don't give a shit about your opinion, you broke into a child's room and you're YELLING AT HER because what, you're fucking....”

He pondered why Mystery was here spreading grief. They did tell him to piss off so that Lav wouldn’t be in danger, and honestly they didn’t need to be so stressed with him in the house all the time either. It’s not a good idea to welcome back a recently possessed kitsune into their home when they were all recovering from the trauma he inflicted. Old and new...

New... is he...

“Are you,,, jealous of her?" he asked, tone on the verge of shock.

Good lord, this boy.

Arthur, I am here because I care and I worry about you, Lewis, and Vivi. And it concerns me that you've thrown all my help away for some MUTT that doesn't belong-

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" Arthur shouted, trembling and trying not to scream so he wouldn’t scare Lav a few doors down.

I will NOT, I'm not done yet-

"YES YOU FUCKING ARE.”

The look of pain and anger was so clear on his face, and Mystery shut his mouth instantly.

"YOU *ARE* DONE BECAUSE YOU JUST RUINED THE VERY MINISCULE CHANCE WE WERE GOING TO GIVE YOU TO PROPERLY MEET HER. YOU’VE MADE ONE TOO MANY MISTAKES."

His voice was cracking, he wasn’t the type to do all... this. Just how much had this girl influenced them?

Arthur, please-

As if on cue, Lavender returned from the bathroom. "Mr. Arthur, am I in trouble?” She asked, big brown eyes looking up at him. “Mystery kept telling me that I did something wrong by being here and it didn't make sense to me."

"What exactly did he tell you, love?" he asked, eyebrows slightly softening just for her.

Oh FUCK. ((A/N: YEAH U DONE FUCKED UP YOU ASS))

She looked almost scared to answer; she was aware the kitsune could be merciless, and didn’t want to be attacked in the mansion Lewis had worked so hard on. Mystery was so angry at her and she didn’t understand why.

"Well... he told me that I ruined his life because I guess I took his place or something. He said I'm dangerous because I'm more powerful than him, and.. he said mean things about me in general.”

Arthur’s metal hand flew up, ready to attack.

“Mr. Arthur! W-what are you doing?-"

And Arthur hit Mystery as hard as he could.

There was an excruciating scream of pain, one that caused Lewis and Vivi to abandon the groceries they were bringing in to see all the commotion.

ARTHUR, YOU BASTARD! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!

"YOU MADE MY CHILD CRY BECAUSE YOU HAD YOUR PETTY FEELINGS HURT? FOR SOMETHING SHE NEVER DID? YOU HAD THE GOD DAMN *BALLS* TO BREAK IN, YELL INSULTS AT A KID, MAKE HER CRY, AND THINK THAT YOU WERE IN THE RIGHT?"

Lewis rushed over, trying to calm his boyfriend down. "Arthur, mi amor, what- MYSTERY?! How did HE get here?!”

S h i t.

Vivi felt her heart drop to her feet at the mention of her ‘dog’s’ name. "WHAT IS HE DOING HERE? I THOUGHT WE KICKED HIM OUT!" she exclaimed, her stomach filling with dread.

Lewis, Vivi, if you just let me EXPLAIN-

Arthur almost made a hole in the wall with the pound of his fist. "So this little FUCKER broke into Lav's room to yell at her because she lives with us and he wasn't invited. I come over to see who's in her room yelling at her, and she's crying uncontrollably while he keeps going at her, spewing a bunch of BULLSHIT, and he thinks he can explain himself and why he's in the right."

"....what?" said Lewis and Vivi, shocked by Mystery's audacity.

Lav started to cry again, thinking she would be punished for this, and Lewis quickly pulled her into his embrace. "Mi florecita preciosa, you did nothing wrong-"

REALLY LEWIS? Mystery growled, feeling patronized, especially as Lewis tightened his grip. SHE'S NOT A BABY-

"Shut your snout right now", snapped Vivi. "Get the fuck out of our house and you BETTER not come back. You have ONE chance to apologize to her and that's it."

Can I come back if I do?

"YOU DON'T DESERVE TO COME BACK" growled Arthur, his flesh hand placed gently on Lav's head and his metal one pointing at Mystery, Lewis glaring so hard it could kill.

Nobody was on his side, and the look on the girl’s face almost made him feel bad.

Almost.

Very well then. I'll be on my way and hope that your ignorance won’t become your downfall.

"Hey Mystery, one more thing", Lewis started. "If you ever come back with bad intentions, we will kill you ourselves. I swear on anything and everything that you will not come here with a DROP of malice towards her. Do I make myself clear? And don’t you dare try and act smart, we are giving you a LOT of mercy when you don't deserve it."

...then I bid farewell. What is her name?

"My name is Lavender Grey."

Thank you. Goodbye, Miss Lavender Grey.

#mystery skulls #mystery skulls animated #cartooness writes sometimes #I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY OWOWOW #IF U HAVE QUESTIONS MY ASKBOX IS ALWAYS OPEN!!!!!!!!!#mystery #lavender grey #arthur kingsmen #vivi yukino #lewis pepper #shiromori is in here for like 5 seconds

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prince-claremont-diaz · 5 years ago

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from outside looking in

An introspection into isolation, finding yourself and finding your people.

Or essentially, a stream of consciousness about Arthur's life leading up to the events of the season 5 trailer.

Warnings: internalised homophobia, general angst

Word count: 2.4k

Ao3 version

Yes, I wrote an Arthur fic because why the fuck not

For as long as he could remember, Arthur had felt like an outsider. When he was little, he used to play with his action figures alone on the playground, launching them off the swings or scrambling up trees and slides to pretend he was way up high in outer space, simply looking down at the rest of the world. He read comics and books and kept to himself for the most part. As he grew up, his classmates laughed at him for his 'toys' and 'picture books', on one occasion going so far as to flush one of his comics down a toilet. He knew there was something about him that generally kept others away from him, knew he didn't quite act or feel like the rest of them.

Like an alien sent right from one of his stories.

When Arthur first met Basile, however, it was the first time he felt like he belonged.

They met when they were 10 years old, when Basile transferred to his school after moving to the area. Arthur remembered the day vividly. It was the first day back at school and his dad had dropped him off on his way to work early, so he was one of the only kids that had arrived yet. He had been sitting alone at his new desk, flicking through his Hawkeye comic, idly glancing at the other kids chatting at another table when the door to the classroom unceremoniously burst open. With a tiny, high pitch yelp, somebody stumbled into the room, nearly taking out another desk on their descent to the floor. Arthur put his comic down as he watched the newcomer, who had wild curly black hair, getting awkwardly to his feet.

The now familiar bright grin immediately met Arthur from across the room. Dressed in an ill fitting Star Wars t-shirt and sporting a too-big orange backpack, the new boy immediately started walking over to Arthur, ignoring the jeers of the other classmates. He stopped in front of Arthur's desk and held out a marker-covered hand, grinning. "Hi! I'm Basile! But you can call me Baz! I like your comic, too. Can I sit here?" the boy babbled away, already sitting down in the seat opposite Arthur.

Arthur had nodded, his own wide grin melting over his face. "Thanks! I like your shirt!" he exclaimed, pointing at the other boy's t-shirt.

And from then on, Arthur had one other person in his life to keep him company.

For a while, Arthur tried to ignore most of the other people around him. He had Baz, so why should he care about everyone else? Why should he worry about the rest when he was playing video games or watching movies or discussing comic books with his best friend? It was easy to brush away the comments about his glasses or his comics if he just focused on the person that actually liked him. Baz was virtually the only person he cared about and he cared enough for the rest of the planet.

But as he got older, the retorts became harder and harder to let go. The name calling turned from "Four eyes" to whatever slurs they could come up with, chasing him down with jeers and taunts he had no choice but to listen to. Flushing his comics or throwing his action figures turned into pushing him into the lockers or throwing things at him.

It is almost impossible to ignore what stares you right in the face, after all.

The question of "am I gay?" swirled around Arthur's mind for years. Whenever he caught himself looking at Baz for too long or caring a bit too much about a male character, the smallest of voices wondered somewhere in the back of his head whether it was true. Was he gay? Or did everyone else look at their friends the way Arthur did with Baz?

His browsing history was meticulously deleted, all of his secrets hidden away in the depths of the internet where no one else would ever find them. He never lingered long on websites, always sure to keep safer tabs open should someone come into his room without warning. He only ever searched up the burning question or scrolled through the endless chat rooms in the dead of night, looking for the answers in the depth of internet forums and 12 question quizzes. He felt like he was on some quest to find an answer that he was simply keeping from himself, never fully allowing himself the truth.

Soon enough, Arthur couldn't handle it anymore. He hated himself when he caught himself daydreaming about his close friend, cursed himself for being a 'pervert'. He wasn't gay, surely. He'd had crushes on girls, after all. That meant he was straight, right?

Instead of acting on anything or letting himself even look at Baz, Arthur hid away. He spent his lunch periods in the school library, avoiding his friend in the halls in favour of keeping his nose tucked into the latest comic books. He took the long way to and from school to avoid walking the same way as Basile, ducking through side streets and crossing the street with abandon. Whenever Baz tried to talk to him, he shrugged him off, insisting he was busy with school work. His heart raced every time he saw the dark curls at the other end of the hall going to class, dread overflowing his body like a broken tap, shoving him into the corner of the hallway to avoid being seen by his friend.

It is agony to avoid the unavoidable magnetic pull of longing.

"Arthur? Can we talk?"

It had been in the middle of November, the wind unusually violent and unforgiving, rattling the windows of the small cafeteria. Arthur was sitting at one of the big circular tables by himself, poking half heartedly at his lunch, feeling light years away from the rest of the tables in the room. When he looked up to his name, his heart dropped as he made eye contact with a pair of familiar, sad brown eyes standing over him. Arthur had never seen Baz looking so forlorn, like a kicked puppy, clutching his green lunch bag with an iron grip.

Before he could dismiss him, Baz dropped into the seat next to him, dropping his lunch onto the table and pulling out his food. "Baz, what are you—" he had started, glancing over at the sandwich in an attempt to avoid looking up into those damn eyes.

"You're avoiding me," Basile blurted, "Why? I thought we were friends." Arthur glanced up finally, feeling his face flush at the look Baz was giving him. His eyebrows were knitted together and his bottom lip trembled in a frown like Arthur had never seen.

"We are friends," he insisted, "And I'm not avoiding you. I've just been busy."

"You won't even look at me anymore," Baz whined, taking a bite of his sandwich. "I know I'm not the smartest–everyone always reminds me–but I can tell you've been avoiding me for weeks. Just tell me why and I'll leave you alone for good."

But Arthur couldn't tell Basile why he had been avoiding him. He could barely admit to himself just why he felt the need to avoid the only person who had ever made him feel less alone. Deep down, he knew exactly why he forced himself to look away, forced himself to stay away.

But despite this, Basile was his best friend. Neither of them had any other friends besides each other and in his pathetic self-isolation to avoid his own feelings which were staring right at him, Arthur had ultimately abandoned Baz. Baz, who had treated him with nothing but kindness since the day he literally fell right into Arthur's life. Baz, who liked the same things as him and let him talk about his silly fantasies and hobbies. Baz, who never ever judged him for anything at all.

"I'm sorry," Arthur had said that day, swallowing back tears and forcing himself to look into those bright brown eyes he loved yet hurt him so much. "I-I can't explain why, but I'm sorry for avoiding you. You of all people don't deserve that."

No matter what, Arthur knew he couldn't just leave Basile just because he couldn't handle his own feelings. And so, he stopped avoiding Baz. He let them go back to normal, going over to each other's houses to play video games or rewatch movies, bickering about their favourite characters over lunch. He talked to Basile about the pretty girls in their school and let Basile plot out his futures with them, pretending he didn't think it was futile. He vowed to never let his emotions get the best of him. He prioritised their friendship over whether or not he did in fact have a crush on Baz. They had more important things to worry about like going to Lycée in a few months and going to a new school again. It did not matter if he thought Basile's eyes looked nice the way they seemed to glow in the sunlight or his desire to touch his hair or hug him. What mattered was that Baz was still his friend, despite him acting like a dick for weeks.

When they went off to Lycée together, picking different classes from each other, of course their dynamic changed slightly. That had been expected. They no longer shared as many classes together or had time to just play video games together. Basile talked and talked and talked about the hot girls in the years above or the girls he was crushing on for weeks, hardly seeming to notice that Arthur never contributed more than advice and support. They both made friends in other classes, spending more time with them than each other.

Slowly, as Arthur got more used to his new school and new people everywhere, he started to feel better about himself. Sure, he was still a bit of a nobody, mostly drifting from group to group, never quite a part of things. But he still had Basile and he liked his classes enough to get by.

One night, buried beneath his bedsheets, Arthur stumbled upon an article which changed his entire life. Hunched over his laptop, scrolling through the billionth website that night, his jaw dropped. His heart hammered against his chest, blood rushing past his ears and a gasp falling from his lips as he read.

Bisexuality is the sexual or romantic attraction to both men and women or to two or more genders.

With this newfound knowledge, Arthur continued to keep it private. He held the word deep inside his chest, locked away for safekeeping, only to be released in the darkest of nights. He whispered it to himself in the mirror, muffled by the rushing water of the sink, shrouded by the midnight stars twinkling above. He saw blue and purple and pink in everything, in every sunrise and sunset, in every rainbow and article, allowing himself only the smallest of glances. He kept the word safe from the rest of the world, blanketing it and boxing it away with the rest of his old yet sacred possessions.

Even as he kept his secret to himself, he slowly, gradually learned to accept himself. He wasn't wrong for how he felt. He allowed himself to be closer, to reach out and touch, to tease and to smile. He no longer held back as much, caving into his near constant desire to touch. And Baz didn't seem to mind, so what was the harm?

In their second year of lycée, he and Basile befriended Lucas and Yann. He sat next to Lucas in a few of his classes, sharing jokes about their teachers or whispering about the homework. Yann was also a delight, teaching him to skateboard and always lending a helping hand.

Arthur even befriended Alexia, whom he was forced to sit next to in Biology. She was a whirlwind with colourful hair and a friendly smile, making jokes left and right, sending his heart out the window. She was caring and energetic, far more intelligent than he was and beautiful.

Of course, Arthur couldn't stay away from his sexuality forever. When his close friend Lucas came out as gay and suddenly he had a new pansexual friend from the year above, Eliott, it was unavoidable to think about. Alexia talked about being bi often as well, making his whole face flush violently every time. Sexuality and attraction were common topics of conversation in their friend group these days.

When Alexia kissed him on the dance floor at Daphné's party, Arthur felt his entire body erupt at every nerve ending, a force so powerful he could taste static. It was the softest and the shortest of kisses, but it felt like belonging. Arthur could barely believe his luck, holding on tighter to her like he would lose her if he wasn't careful. For weeks afterwards, through flirting and teasing, Arthur fell harder and harder for her, finally getting the guts to kiss her again at Imane's party. And she had kissed him right back.

With Alexia, Arthur no longer felt the need to hide or to repress. He could be open and honest with her, knowing she wouldn't judge him. He no longer felt constantly on edge because of the potential disaster of Baz finding out about his feelings or of the potential reaction of their friends, seeing how they had reacted to Lucas and Eliott. Alexia was special and she liked him for who he was and Arthur could only thank the universe every time he had the luck to even be in her presence.

And now, as he was dancing the night away, preparing to count down to yet another year, yet another decade, Arthur looked around the crowded room. He looked at his gorgeous girlfriend Alexia as she danced with Daphné and Imane and he looked at Lucas and Eliott so captivated and entangled together. He looked at Yann and Emma jumping around as they talked and he turned to Baz as he moved closer. They danced together briefly, smiling, closer than his younger self would ever have imagined.

He looked through the blinding white strobe lights and the flood of blue, grinning around at his friends. He thought back to his entire life and as he looked around the room, he felt a lot less like an outsider than before.

#skam france #skam france fic #arthur broussard #arthur x alexia

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blueoswin · 6 years ago

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Let’s make him jealous!

Summary: Eliott went back to Lucille. However Lucas can't forget him. For now he just has to try to get over him, even if the boys want to push them back together. They all come up with an awesome plan ( their words) in order to do so. Well Emma does : making Eliott jealous. How ? By hiting on Lucas obnoxiously. Too much for his taste. And for Eliott's as well. Or : Eliott is sad raccoon pining from afar. Lucas is grumpy, Emma is a snake and the boys are elu stans #1.

Chapter 3

A week and a half has already went by since they came up with this stupid plan. Not.A.Single.Thing. Has.Changed. Lucas skin was prickling from frustration, he could still feel Eliott staring a hole at his back during lunch but apart from that no news from the other boy. There has been no talking, only endless staring contests and glares in the hallways when they stumbled upon each other. Being on the receiving glare of none other than Eliott Demaury was truly not a pleasant experience. Lucas doesn't know how the girls put up with it when himself unvoluntarily shrinks up, wanting nothing more than to run away with his tail between his legs under this downright killer stare. Because in these moments the expression throwing daggers with his eyes has never made more sense. He's truly admirative of the girls for carrying their little game on without giving a damn. He wonders if Eliott looks at them with murder in his eyes even when they're not hanging off Lucas's arm or if he is indeed jealous.

Noticing the lack of results however, Emma decides it's time they included boys in their plan. If girls flirting with Lucas didn't get a reaction out of Eliott, or not a satisfactory enough one at least, maybe boys would do the trick... Poor Valentin is unlucky enough to join them at this particular moment. The boy sits down next to Lucas, an awkward silence quickly settling around them, everybody throwing them side glances. Lucas clears his throat, not wanting this moment to last. Finally, after a few minutes Emma speaks up.

“Valentin?”

The boy looks up at the mention of his name, eyes questioning, gesturing for her to go on.

“Would you like, my dear friend, to be a part of a super evil plan?” She raises her eyebrows as she speaks.

Lucas can see her eyes shining mischieviously. He knows where the conversation is heading and he doesn't like it one bit. However, next to him, Valentin shrugs, unaware of what's coming next.

“Why not? What's the plan?”

“Emma...” Lucas warns her, too late.

“Shh Lulu it's for your own good and you know it. Okay, do you see the dude over there? You have to turn back, discreetly though. Brown hair, blue eyes, slim body, a complete snack? The one who hasn't stopped staring at Lulu like he's the eighth wonder?”

Valentin turns his head back briefly. Lucas has the sudden urge to hide in the nearest hole to die of embarassment. He's pretty sure Eliott has seen the not so sublte glances they were all casting his way.

“I see yes, what about him?”

Lucas covers his face with his hands, a quickly developping habit around his friends nowadays. He feels his cheeks heating up. Emma keeps speaking, unfazed.

“He's Lucas's ex, sort of...” Seeing Lucas glaring daggers at her she defends herself. “Don't look at me like that! There wasn't really any sort of closure between you two.” Then turning her attention back on Valentin. “It's super complicated, but anyway, Lucas can't get over him...”

“Completely false!” Lucas retorts, shrinking up right after his almost shout, irrationally fearing Eliott might have heard.

Everyone turns to look at him, an incred ulous look on their faces. Arthur shakes his head, Basile throws him a look before returning to his beloved carrots, Yann just looks right through him because of course his best friend knows him better than anyone and sees right through his bullshit, Valentin looks mildly amused and Emma has a blank expression, patiently waiting for him to admit he is wrong.

“Okay maybe a little” He confesses, blushing.

“Thanks for admitting you're a smitten idiot. Can I go on then?” Emma deadpans, throwing him a pointed look. “So as I was saying before being rudely interrupted, this model over there is Lucas's ex. Honestly Lucas how did you find someone so gorgeous on your first try? It's totally unfair.” Yann emits a small noise of protest. “Sorry Yann you're cute but even you've got to admit Eliott is practically sex on legs”

“Girl stop thirtsing after my boyfriend please.” Lucas scoffs, crossing his arms.

“He's not your boyfriend Lulu so I can thirst all I want”

“ Emma your words cut deep, mind Lucas's wounded heart a bit .” Yann vaguely gestures with his fork. “Still we had an agreement, no “going after your friends exes”. So Lulu is right, no thirsting for you ma'am.”

Emma shrugs,pouting for a while. But she's on a mission, the mourning of the “no thirsting after the exes” rule will have to wait.

“Anyway, sadly for us this deity is the center of Lulu's attention and vice versa. That's why we're trying to make him jealous so the both of them finally talk their shit out. Only it's already been two weeks and we've got no results so far. But ! We've only tried this plan out with girls hitting on our loverboy. So we thought...”

“You thought” Lucas shots back, still pouting.

“True. So I thought we could try it with a guy, you know to shake things up a bit. That's when you come into the picture. Here's my one million dollar question for you then. My dear Valentin, would you do us all the honor to help us out by hitting on Lulu? In a totally platonic way of course.”

The boy is in deep thoughts for a moment, apparently not bothered by Emma's expectant stare. Lucas rolls his eyes. Why are all his friends such drama queens? Valentin has already made his choice, yet he lets the uncertainty drags on for a little bit longer, enjoying being the center of their attention. He's a theatre kid after all. Finally he speaks up.

“Sounds like fun, count me in! I love your plan, besides, a little bit of flirting has never killed anybody, right Lucas?” Valentin winks, proceeding then to glue himself to Lucas, from his shoulders to his hip, throwing his arm around his waist for good measure. Lucas sighs, dropping his head on Valentin's shoulders, feeling half pathetic already but also half relieved.

“Thanks for helping me, you don't have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable you know.”

Valentin executes a vague gesture with his free hand.

“Nonsense my dear!” He exclaims in a ridiculous voice, kissing Lucas on his cheek. “I'm always happy to help. And it's gonna be fun don't you think?”

“I hope you're right” Lucas smiles tentatively.

The time left of their lunch break is spent as usual, the gang alternating between making comments about how Eliott seems ready to murder Valentin, still glued to his left side, and picking apart the newest conspiracy theory they heard about. Lucas loves his friends, truly, but they collectively share one braincell and it shows. Although he listens diligently to all of their hypotheses. Little by little, the table fills out, all of them going their own way, heading to their different classes, leaving only the two lovebirds at the table. Valentin turns sideways, one leg on each side of the bench. He looks so dead serious all of the sudden it kind of worries Lucas.

“What do you think of this plan Lucas? Honestly.”

Lucas looks at him under his eyelashes, biting his lips, uncertain. However, only seeing genuine kindness on his face, he finds the courage to speak his mind.

“Honestly, I don't know.” He shrugs. “I don't really like it, I hate it even, but I just want him to come talk to me already you know? I want the both of us to put everything into the open. And, I miss him...Fuck” He runs his hand over his face tiredly. “But it's already been two weks! And still no news, I think it's truly over this time.” He sighs, accompanying his words with hands movements, his eyes watering.

Lucas lowers his gaze then, not seeing Valentin glancing sideways at Eliott. He's surprised when the other boy takes his hand in his palm, cupping it gently, delicately. Still in a sad mood, the first thing Lucas notices is that his hands are warm.

“Lucas look at me”

The firm tone makes him raise his head. The second thing he notices is that Valentin's eyes are an open book, kind blue framed by thin golden glasses. His friend takes a deep breath.

“Listen I don't want to do something that makes you uncomfortable in any way, so if you're ever feeling awkward, want to stop or for me not to touch you, tell me and I will stop immediately . At any time. Got it?” Seeing Lucas eyes widen in panic, he quickly completes his thoughts, chuckling. “ Don't worry though, I wasn't planning on going farther than kissing anyway. You're cute but your heart is already taken, mine too to be honest. But just tell me if you feel uncomfortable okay?”

Relieved, Lucas nods.

“I promise. And same goes for you” He squeezes his hand.

“Well I'm glad” Valentin smiles warmly, leaning forward to put his free hand on Lucas's thigh,slowly, to give him time to retreat if he doesn't want to, staring at him with heart eyes for a moment. “ You're lucky you know, I've been told I'm a great actor.” He whispers, pausing for a second. “You wanna know the best part of it? Your boy over there hasn't stopped watching us since I placed my hand there.” He taps lightly on his thigh with a finger.

“Really?” Lucas asks, raising an interrogative eyebrow, ghost of an amused smile on his lips.

Valentin nods,humming his agreement. In an act of bravery, Lucas leans towards him, their heads only a few centimeters apart,lips parted, fingers shaking from what he's about to do.

“Let's give him a show then” He closes the few centimeters left, locking lips for a few seconds, nothing more than a quick peck, resting their foreheads against each other afterwards. He exhales loudly, breath shaky. “ Let's get out of here, we're gonna be late for Physics.”

He then stands up; intertwining his fingers with Valentin, holding him close, for support as well as comfort. His friend is beaming next to him, ruffling his hair with his left hand. Before leaving the cafeteria, Lucas throws one last look at the room, stopping in the doorway, searching for familiar eyes. An electric current runs through him when they lock eyes, stormy grey colliding with baby blue. God he missed his eyes, he hasn't looked at them, looked at him in so long. Knowing he's caught his attention, he stares defiantly, raising one eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He wants to convey everything he hasn't been able to tell him, all his pent up frustration, his anger, his confusion, his sadness,all the mixed feelings, all the words he meant to say out loud, the same one which had stayed stuck in his throat for so long.

Come back to me. Come talk to me. We still have a chance. Give us a chance. I miss you. Come and get me.

He mouthes the last one in a foolish act of boldness, hoping Eliott understood him. Seeing how the other boy's eyes widen he thinks he got his point across. Lucas turns back, satisfied,resisting the urge to look backwards, letting Valentin guide him towards the exit, getting lost in the hallways.

Now he waits.

Come and get me, please.

#elu fic #elu fanfic #elu #skam france #lucas x eliott #lucas x eliott fanfic #lucas lallemant #eliott demaury #i'm kinda nervous about posting this chapter #i wrote and rewrote it #i hope you like it

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soulwounds-a · 7 years ago

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RELATIONSHIP / CONNECTIONS CALL ! / because everyone else seems on this band wagon so i thought , hey , why not ! i could always use more stuff for all my characters ! just hit that like or comment or just IM me if you’re interested in anything !

LINK : 22 , human ( prev . hylian ) , male , asexual .

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP / OPEN : while i am partial to some loz ships ( particularly link/zelda but also link/midna & link/malon ) & would lean towards those if we got those characters , i’m also not against simply shipping link with someone he meets here if there’s good chemistry ! he’s ace , sexuality wise , but for sure demi romantic . he can fall hard for people he gets close to , male or female , he’ll get some massive heart eyes . plus , he’ll defend you on pain of death always if he has to . PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS / OPEN : link is literally the softest boy & deserves all the friends i beg of you ! he’s extremely kind & very easy to befriend . literally if you’re just nice to him he’ll consider you a friend after like 5 seconds & would fight god with a stick for you if you asked .

ROWENA MACLEOD : 300+ ( appears roughly 40 ) , witch , female , pansexual . ( @evliskank )

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP / OPEN : open , yes , but rowena is far more for playful flirting & meaningless flings . this doesn’t mean i’m against a serious relationship for her completely ! especially after this event as rowena will be losing memory of most of her life including when the man who would be crowley’s father broke her heart & caused her view of love as weakness . so , she won’t despise the thought of being in love . however , as her memories slowly come back she’ll become more callous towards it . PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS / OPEN : want a powerful witch friend to gossip with ? say no more . rowena isn’t easy to befriend , however , but it’s not impossible . if you’re interested , we’ll work something out ! ENEMIES / OPEN : rowena makes a lot more unfriendly relationships than she does friends . if you guys want a rivalry that’d be awesome ! plus , we can even look into a frienemies kinda deal if you’re into that , too .

JESSE TURNER : 20 , cambion ( half human , half demon ) + the antichrist , male , homosexual . ( @anitchrist )

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP / CLOSED : sorry , boys , the antichrist is taken ! or he will be . loey & i have a plotted ship to come for jesse & jack kline . PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS / OPEN : jesse is pissy , emo , sarcastic , & a down right loner . . . please , force friendship on him . i’m especially here for him being befriended by someone who’s all sunshine & rainbows ! that dynamic would be great . plus , who doesn’t wanna be friends with the antichrist , am i right ? ENEMIES / OPEN : it’s not like he means to make a lot , but jesse can be off putting to some people . particularly this is open to anyone who plays demons . jesse , though half demon , hates demonkind & thinks them pathetic & obnoxious . he wants them to leave him alone .

THE COLT : 183 ( appears roughly early 30s ) , human ( humanized gun ) , male , pansexual . ( @dustsanything )

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP / OPEN : he’s still learning about being human & feelings like this but i’d be very entertained to see him in a relationship tbh . if you like cowboys who used to be literal guns & have a slight god complex then i’ve got good news ! PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS / OPEN : him & friends he makes are usually amusing . not much to say on it . . . but also if your character wants some protection i’d recommend him . he doesn’t play games in defending people he likes , usually , & he’s the most powerful gun in the world . he’s good to have on your side . ENEMIES / OPEN : probably mostly for supernatural creatures , seeing as he’s sometimes salty towards them , & he’s whats made to kill them . plus , he’s a hitman it’s his job ! he’s bound to have made some enemies .

AZAZEL : 10,000+ ( appears around 50s ) , demon ( prince of hell ) , male , pansexual . ( @yellweyes )

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP / OPEN : uh . . . i mean i guess if you’re into . . . horrible asshole demons . don’t expect anything super healthy though . PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS / OPEN : there are people who will amuse him & he’ll choose to spend time around them for that . doesn’t mean he cares much or he’ll do much for you . . . but he likes having friends for entertainment . ENEMIES / OPEN : look he’s terrible he’ll make enemies with everyone .

OBI-WAN “BEN” KENOBI : 40 , human ( force sensitive ) , male , asexual . ( @jedirelic )

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP / OPEN : it’s gonna be hard for him . especially seeing as he’s A. ace as hell & B. has the jedi code still very imprinted in his lifestyle . plus he’s just mega depressed from a lot . . . i will say , though , he can playfully flirt like no one’s business . there’s not much meaning ever behind it , but he thinks flirting is fun . he’s a master at flirting but has the romance skill of a bent spoon . PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS / OPEN : god he’s so sad he needs friends again . all his friends are dead please befriend him he’s so so kind he’s just tired bc the world hurt him .

CAPTAIN JAMES KIRK : 27 , human , male , bisexual . ( @flvbov )

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP / OPEN-ISH : i say ish because i’m . . . i’ve been playin lowkey but tbh spirk is everything to me & i’d die if we got a spock . but like i’ll think about it . . . he’ll flirt too he’s flirty . so flings are for sure something we can talk about or friends with benefits . PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS / OPEN : he’s SUCH a good friend & he loves just having fun honestly ? he’s very interested in this place as it is 200 years in the past for him . he’s excitable & fun . kinda like a puppy .

MERLIN : 1,500+ ( appears mid - late twenties ) , sorcerer , male , bisexual . ( @magicitslf )

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP / CLOSED : if yall don’t think him & arthur are endgame as all get out then i’ve news for you . merlin can be flirty , though ! he can be a saucy minx . i mean just watch the show he’s a dumbass but i’m pretty sure every character on that show was at least a little in love w/ merlin . PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS / OPEN : be the sweet magic boy’s friend . if you’re earth , you’ve probably heard of merlin as arthurian legend is big too . also , this goes heavy for anyone with magic . looking at you , hp characters ! there’s also not a lot he wouldn’t do for his friends . OH ALSO WITH ANYONE WHO HAS A MUSE THAT’S A PERSONIFIED DRAGON ! bc ik there are some got dragons around . merlin is a dragon lord , basically he’s able to speak in the dragon tongue & can command dragons when he does & the cant disobey him . he loves them . ENEMIES / OPEN : are you someone who uses magic for ill will ? guess what ! merlin isn’t going to like you . he’s also got strong opinions & a big mouth so if he doesn’t like something you’re doing you’ll know .

HENRY JEKYLL / EDWARD HYDE : 37 , human , male , heterosexual but this could change idk . ( @viceindulged )

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS / OPEN : he’s married to science but he’s also a sweet man . . . well . henry is nice . scratch that , he’s kind of an absolute disaster of a human being but he’s trying his best . & then there’s hyde his counterpart who is . . . just plain terrible . for sure a ship with him would be angsty as all get out . he’s a bit terrified of loving people , what with hyde coming out on his own now . PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS / OPEN : he needs some friends to support him . there’s also a million & ten plots we can draw up for them discovering about hyde & trying to help him through this because it’s driving him insane almost & tearing him apart . he just really needs some support . also if y’all have any sadistic muses ! you can also be friends with hyde ! ENEMIES / OPEN : when i say enemies i mean people who meet hyde before meeting jekyll . jekyll’s nice , doesn’t make a lot of people’s bad lists , but hyde is horrid . people who meet hyde can hate him & then it leads for a ton of confusion when meeting poor jekyll later & it has him deal with the repercussions as he’s always cleaning up hyde’s messes . enemies also work for people who end up befriending hyde also being enemies to jekyll . most people who are an enemy of one will be friend to another . there’s also the idea that someone thinks he’s just unstable & unsafe so he needs to go altogether .

#relationship call #hw: plot call #its like a plot call #but anyway this got long but i Beg of u #i also didnt put michael on here bc im considering dropping him for gandalf #will keep u updated #if i decide to keep him then ill add him on #👌 * / . . . ooc : the triforce of kinda stupid .

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gloriousfanfics · 8 years ago

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Famous Last Words: Chapter 1

Word Count: 1821

Description: When soulmates find each other, they never drift apart. Even when the times keep them apart, they will always find each other in the end. Frank Iero is a 300 year old vampire who was turned by the love of his life who was burned with a stake through his heart, decides to return to Cooperstown where all of the events occurred. But little does he know his soulmate’s soul lives on inside a boy called Gerard Way

On with the story:

Frank’s P.O.V

This is the start of my 100th journal and it’s been 300 years since the man I loved died. I saw him scream in pain as the stake was stabbed through his ribs, and then barely alive he was being burnt alive. I heard his dying thoughts which have been imprinted in my head as if it was yesterday that he died. I’m starting a new school again. It’s annoying for me but I have to act like a normal mortal don’t I? I mean Arthur didn’t die and tell me to leave he wanted to save me from that fate. So why would I be stupid enough to put myself in the position that got him killed?

High school really sucks as well and no matter how many times you repeat it, it’s always the same thing. But in all these centuries I’ve repeated high school I’ve had fun fitting in with different cliques. I mean like people think what clique you’re in defines your whole life but once high school is over they don’t matter and besides all the friends I had are dead.

But this repeat of high school is different for me like very different for me because I’m back in Cooperstown. The town my father who was a vampire hater helped found. It’s also the place where I met the immortal Arthur. Who looked the same as he did when he was 24. When I came back into the town I had to use some compulsion to get myself into my old house. I even found two random strangers to act as my parents. Because I still look like a 17 year old if I’m honest.

It’s a nice thing that I’m inside my old home, because it’s comforting that they haven’t changed any of it the whole interior is perfect. And my old room still looks the same. This house has so many memories of my time with Arthur inside it. But thinking about it is pretty sad because well, I didn’t plan to spend my immortal life like this. I didn’t plan to be alone.

I can’t wait to walk into another hell, which will obviously be filled with stupid idiots, scary people and those stereotyped dump jocks. I can’t actually wait to walk into hell again.

Time skip: In Cooperstown high, Normal P.O.V

Frank walked into coopers town high, he didn’t really know who he was going to be, but he decided he’ll fit in with whatever clique found him first. On his way to the office to enter the school he spotted a boy with black hair that just reached his shoulder, he looked exactly the same as Arthur did. From the soft cheek bones to the eyes. But as soon as he saw the boy he disappeared behind a door labelled principles office. Frank continued walking to the office. Once there he got his time table and locker key, Frank then decided to go to his lessons first and locker after a lesson.

Due to Franks plan, he was pacing down the halls, trying to find his English class room. Frank hated it, he hated being a 300 year old vampire. Sometimes he wished that he would have just died with his lover in the same way. He wished that times were different. He didn’t like it at all. Frank knew he was lucky to meet Arthur. But he couldn’t help but feel that it was his fault Arthur died.

“Hey, are you new?” asked a boy with lightly brown skin and brown hair that just reached the shoulder

“Yeah, the names Franklin. But I’d prefer it if you called me Frank” Frank replied

“I’m Vic” said the boy “and this is Kellin. If you’d like we’ll help you get to your next class”

“Thanks I’ve got English in room 102” Frank replied

“Oh that’s great news, me and Vic are in that class. But Miss is very annoying” Kellin stated

“That’s true” Vic added

“Anyway instead of talking about our annoying English teacher we should get moving. You know what she’s like if we’re late” Kellin said

“True. Also we have two hours and please, please, please, Kellin try not to sleep” Vic said

“I’d try but I dunno. The lessons can get quite boring Vic” Kellin added

“True” Vic replied “Come on Frank”

Break Time:

“Frank we’d like you to meet our squad” Kellin says “this is Patrick Stump, Pete wentz and Brendon Urie”

“Nice to meet you” Patrick greeted

“Sup dawg” Pete greets with one of those stupid grins on his face

“Hey, I’m Pete Wentz from chemistry” Brendon said a tad too excitedly

“Dude, I’m Pete Wentz, get fucked Brendon” Pete states while being really pissed off with Brendon

“Lol, I’m Frank Iero” Frank greeted

“So we now have three founding families in our clique” Patrick states

“Seriously, all we need now is one of the Way’s and we are the coolest” Pete said

“Pete, you will not be cool. If anything, you would be a pathetic excuse for cool” Brendon jokingly said

“Guys can we not start this argument again. It’s not going to end well like last time” Vic said “Anyways I’m out of her Patrick keep an eye on them”

“I’m just gonna join Vic” Kellin adds after Vic has walked away

“Yeah, go join your boyfriend” Brendon calls out

“Real mature Bren” Kellin fires back

“See you at lunch Kells” Patrick calls back

Time Skip: Lunch (I’m just to lazy)

Frank had to sit through two hours of boredom, chemistry and maths. Frank was in the same chemistry class as Brendon and the same maths class as Patrick, who really isn’t good at maths. Currently Frank, Kellin, Brendon, Pete and Patrick were in the que for lunch. The lunch hall had that typical clique layout. It’s pretty basic really. But it was okay for a town where everyone knew everyone. The lunch that they received at this school was defiantly not the best. Frank and his new friends sat down and then there was the dark-haired kid from earlier walked by their table.

“Who’s he?” Frank enquired

“Bad news” Brendon answered “no matter what your sexuality is”

“Why is he bad news?” Frank asked

“Well, for starters he’s the son of a founding family, the Way’s” Kellin lists “he hangs with Bert McCracken, the school’s dealer for pot and crack heads alike. He’s an asshole and will break you if you get to close”

“Woah” Frank says

“Yeah” Brendon adds

“So is there anyone else I need to stay away from?” Frank asks

“Nope” Kellin replies “Just that group”

“So, Frank, what’s your phone number?” Vic asks

“Pass your phone” Frank asks

“Here you go” Vic said as he passed his phone over to Frank, and Frank then adds his number into Kellin’s contacts list. “Here you go” Frank said.

“Thanks Frank”

“No problem Kellin” Frank said “So who’s got games next?”

“I do” Patrick replies glumly

“Same here” Pete chirps in

“I hate games” Patrick states

“Why?” Asked Frank

“oh, because I’m no good at sports. In fact, I’m so good at sports I want to start a band with Pete here who knows a lot about Music” Patrick answers

“Oh, guys pre-warning Gerard’s in your class, so Patrick please try not to get emotional when he makes fun of your size” Vic warned

Last lesson: Gym: Changing rooms

“Hey look the fatty and the bones have a new friend” Jeph whispers to Gerard

“Oh god who’d want to talk to them?” Gerard whispered back

“Just look how skinny the emo wannabe is” Jeph mocks

“Hey, Wentz, didn’t you know that breathing the air has calories?” Gerard calls out

“Fuck off” Pete replied while throwing his gym shirt on and walking out with Patrick trailing behind

“So what’s your name?” Jeph asks Frank

“Frank” Frank replies

“So Frank what are you doing with those two trash bags?” Gerard asks

“They’re my friends” Frank responds

“Are they really?” Gerard asks

“Yeah” replies Frank while looking at his face. In that moment Frank realised that Gerard had an exact resemblance to Arthur.

Time skip: After school: Group chat

Living_meme: So how was your talk with Gerard?

Funghoul: It was strange, he asked me why I was friends with you guys and then questioned that

Fedora: Seriously he questioned our friendship

Fedora: He’s never questioned anyone who they’re friends with before. Not even the past new kids

That_forehead_guy: Except his own brother Mikey about being friends with Vics brother Mike

Because_Im_mexican_im_better: That’s true it was strange even then though

Fedora: That much can be said

Living_meme: Anyways Frank have you taken an interest to anyone in the school yet, or do you have someone waiting on you?

FunGhoul: to answer those questions I’m going to say no

Living_meme: Have you ever been in love with someone?

FunGhoul: Yeah, Why?

Fedora: Pete why are you asking such personal questions

Living_meme: I dunno I’m just curious

Living_meme: So Frank what where they like?

FunGhoul: He was everything to me. Just amazing. I’d never thought I’d meet a guy like him

Living_meme: Seriously?

Funghoul: Yeah

That_forehead_guy: Wow

Your_Kellin_me: Did anyone hear the news?

Because_Im_mexican_Im_better: What news?

Your_Kellin_me: There’s a party being thrown this Saturday

That_forehead_guy: Who’s throwing it?

Your_Kellin_me: Lindsey

That_forehead_guy: We’re invited

Your_Kellin_me: Yeah

Because_Im_mexican_im_better: Great, Gerard is there

Fedora: Holy smokes though

Living_meme: Gerards gonna be there

FunGhoul: Let me guess because Gerards there you don’t wanna go

That_forehead_guy: Oh we’ll still go. Besides I’m going either way because you should never threaten me with a good time

Living_meme: Do you think they’ll be champagne and cocaine

Because_Im_Mexican_Im_better: Well, Gerard’s there, Bert might go so cocaine is a possibility. Champagne always

Fedora: Brendon when you go out please don’t get so drunk you pass out in a drain pipe

That_forhead_guy: That was one time

Your_kellin_me: remember when you and Pete roamed the city in a shopping cart?

That_forehead_guy: That was live

Living_meme: yes it was

Because_I’m_mexican_im_betetr: Remember when you lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon skirt?

That_forehead_guy: yeah, but I made those high heels work

Fedora: And there was that one time you believed you were raising hell

Living_meme: that was so funny

Because_Im_mexican_im_better: Oh My God

Your_kellin_me: I’ve go it on video

That_forehead_guy: OMG you still haven’t deleted it

Your_kellin_me: Nope

That_forehead_guy: I hate you

FunGhoul: Brendon it seems that you have quite the drunk history

That_forehead_guy: yes I do and I am so proud of it

That_forehead_guy: If I wanted to I could put it into a song

Living_meme: That’ll be such a good song

Fedora: It’ll be funny as well

Your_Kellin_me: Breadbin you should so do that

That_forehead_guy: It’ll be amazing

That_Forehead_guy: I’ll be famous

FunGhoul: Big dreams but a bigger forehead

FunGhoul: I think you’ll be famous for that forehead

That_forehead_guy: I could be you never know

#gerard way #brendon urie #pete wentz #patrick stump #kellin quinn #vic fuentes #kellic #frerard #peterick #my chemical romance #fall out boy #panic! at the disco #sleeping with sirens #pierce the veil #bandom #soulmate #alternative universe

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553butterfly553 · 6 years ago

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The Adventures of Arcadia and Hendrickson - 5

Fighting Festival Part 2

“Wait one second! You've still got another competitor!” Someone then jumped off something, as they did a few flips, but it was clear by the hair color who it was. “Gowther is on the scene!” He yelled out when he landed. “Sir Gowther, you're alright!” Arthur spoke, relieved and glad to see the man. “Huh? I thought he said something about all the life in the labyrinth having vanished?” Howzer questioned looking over at his best friend, Gilthunder. “Umm, would you mind moving your foot just a bit?” Gowther had landed right on someone, and that someone was Escanor. “My apologies. It appears I may have slightly miscalculated my landing position.” Gowther quickly moved his foot off of the poor man. Suddenly though, Escanor began to scream once his glasses broke and fell off of his face. “Escanor, it's been forever.” “What the hell is happening?” Arcadia questioned mostly to herself, but before anything could be said to her, the first fairy king stabbed the screaming man through the chest with his weapon. “ESCANOR!” Multiple people in the group screamed out as they watched their friend start dying. A few of the sins began to run over to the fallen man. “I mean, the sooner we get this festival started, the sooner we can grant whatever wishes the victor may have. For example...” The first fairy king muttered as he watched the dying man as well with a smile on his face. “I... I still haven't... told Merlin... I... I can't die yet... I don't want to... not like this...” Escanor murmured as he slowly died. However, Gloxinia was changing his spirit spear into a giant flower. It then dripped some liquid from its center. “Just like this!” Gloxinia finished his sentence from a moment ago. “Drop of life!” Suddenly, once the liquid touched Escanor, all his wounds began to heal and he was saved from his slow and painful death. Everyone watching, except Arcadia and a few others, was shocked to see such a thing happening. “Th...That's...” Ban stuttered out, in complete shock. “Wh...what's going on? Didn't I just get impaled through my abdomen?” “Now that I've given everyone just a little taste, let's hurry up and split them up into pairs! Well then... the honor's all yours, Drole!” Gloxinia yelled out, as he looked over at his giant companion. “Teams of two, right?” Drole responded as he began to make more arm movements with his four arms. Just then, the ground under everyone began to shake and separate. Everyone was on their own little chunk of earth floating in the air. “What... is the meaning of this?” Hendrickson muttered as he protectively had a hand on Griamore. The little child was now at his side, along with Arcadia, who'd held onto the man as the separations began. All three of them were kept together, much to the adults' relief. “Those standing on the same floating rocks have been chosen by fate to team together... Now... Put your lives and pride on the line and prepare to battle!” Drole yelled out after everyone was settling down. “Are you hurt?” Hendrickson then asked the little boy who was sniffling and about to cry yet again. He had a hand on the boy's shoulder. “No... Just... scared...” Griamore responded hesitantly as he fought back tears. “They intend to drag a child into his mess!” Hendrickson growled, protectively holding Griamore to his chest now. As Hendrickson was tending to Griamore, Arcadia looked around at everyone else. Meliodas and Ban ended up fighting together. Elizabeth and Elaine ended up together. Diane and King ended up fighting together. Two assassins, Tora and Jigmo, from the same squad ended up fighting together. The third assassin, Estaro, and the monk, Arbus ended up together. Arthur and a foreign swordsman, Nanashi, ended up together. Howzer and that child from earlier, Solatido ended up together. Slader and a gladiator, Hyphan ended up fighting together. Gilthunder and the magician who saved him, Gilfrost ended up together. Escanor ended up with Hawk. Jericho and Gowther ended up together. Matrona and Oslow ended up together. Holy Knight Silver and a demon, Quazzo ended up together. Two demons, Dolzzo and Calzzo ended up together. Finally, two clones, one of Drole and one of a fairy were together. “Now then, at last, the tag team matches can begin in earnest! Each of your platforms has now arrived at a random one of the stages. The other pair that also arrives there with you will be your opponent in this first round!” Taizoo yelled out to everyone as the floating pieces of earth began to move around. “So, we're up against an assassin and a monk...” Arcadia noted once the floating rocks stopped moving and she was able to see who their opponents were. “Arcadia, take Griamore and-” Hendrickson was cut off by Arcadia drawing her sword. “You watch over the kid, I'll protect you both!” Arcadia snapped instantly. She was on edge and it was obvious. She didn't say it out loud, but she was on edge because of the monk and his staff. Within his staff was a member of the goddess clan. “A-Alright...” Hendrickson was a bit taken aback by Arcadia's harsh tone with him. He didn't understand now, but she vowed to explain it later when they weren't in serious danger. “A little girl is going to fight us? How pathetic!” The assassin, Estaro muttered as he began to laugh. “Now, now, don't be so rude, she's more powerful than she looks,” Arbus responded as he stepped forward with his staff in hand. “Sure, whatever you say. Just let me fight the girl.” “Shut up both of you!” Arcadia pointed her sword as the assassin first. “Come at me and see what you can do.” Sure enough, he took the bait and darted at her. He moved faster than she expected and stabbed her abdomen. “You are now poisoned! You will-” He was cut off by her swinging her sword down onto his head. She used it on the flat side so it just knocked him out. “Sorry, but I'm immune to poison. That knife hurt though and you ruined my shirt.” Arcadia spoke to the now unconscious man. She looked down and removed the knife from her stomach. Blood began to pour out, but she turned to Hendrickson with a smile anyway. “Heal me please.” “Arcadia!” Hendrickson's tone was a mix of scolding and worry. He instantly put a hand over her wound and healed it. It only took a second for the wound to close and the blood to disappear. “Thank you.” The girl muttered before turning to the monk. She then walked away from Hendrickson and spoke once more with her voice lowered. Only the monk in front of her could hear her next words. “You need to give me that staff, it's dangerous for a human to have.” Instead of responding, he swung his staff at her. She dodged it, of course, and tried to hit him with her sword, but missed as he dodged as well. “Please, human you don't know what's going to happen to you if you keep being around that staff!” “Arcadia?” Hendrickson now heard what the girl was saying and was becoming worried as well. “I don't want to have to hurt you.” Arbus had a sinister smirk on his face, despite the words that came out of his mouth. The monk then darted forward, catching Arcadia off guard, but was stopped by Hendrickson's sword coming at him. “Stay away from her.” Determination was written on the white-haired man's face. “Hendrickson?” Arcadia hesitantly took a step to the side and looked over at him. “I won't let you fight on your own.” “I can protect myself!” “I don't doubt that... but I cannot lose another person important to me.” That stopped Arcadia's irritation instantly and replaced it with despair. She could feel the weight behind his words and the feelings of regret and sadness he felt from losing those he cared for. “I understand. Let's fight together!” She said that, but she then became distracted by a strong power that suddenly appeared over in another part of the giant hands. “Escanor?” She followed the power to see the puffed up and stronger looking man. “This is quite an unexpected effect. To think a completely abstracted pseudo-image of the “sun” in your mind's world would produce such a response.” Gowther mused as he cocked his head to the side as he looked up at the now giant Escanor. “well, being a pseudo-transformation, it's a ways off from the real thing... I estimate you can only keep that form up for a few seconds... at best.” Gowther was now backing away from the man in front of him. “A few seconds is all I will need.” Escanor then swiped Gowther across the face, resulting in the other man's glasses to be taken off. “Give me back... my glasses!” The doll then began to blindly use his powers, causing Jericho and Hawk to dodge fearfully. Escanor just jumped up, avoiding it all altogether. “Heed my will... Come to me, Divine axe Rhitta.” Escanor held out his hand, and a few seconds later as he was coming down from his jump, his weapon came flying into his hand. “Holy armament release.” As the man came down fast, his power built up. “For the sin of toying with the hearts of others... atone for your deeds with your body!” “Bring it on!” The two used their powers at full strength, causing bright light and massive power to flow all around them. Mostly everyone shielded themselves, while Hendrickson wrapped his arms protectively around Griamore and Arcadia. Strong winds nearly blew people off of their posts, but thankfully everyone was okay. Arcadia and Griamore were safe only due to Hendrickson keeping such a tight grip on them. Once the dust cleared, everyone could see the damage that'd happened. Escanor was frozen and hit by Gowther's power. “Victory is mine.” The unharmed Gowther stated angrily. “Scrap captain, hand me back my glasses.” “Y-Yes, sir!” Hawk responded horrified as he quickly went and retrieved the glasses. “H-here you go...” “Escanor...” Jericho muttered, staring shocked at the unconscious body of the man. “What the fuck kind of 'victory' are you talking about?!” “Was I not being clear? He has fallen. I am still standing so...” “Gowther! You son of a bitch... Can't you sympathize with Escanor... with his heart... at all!?” “Escanor's heart...? As I recall, he was rather irritated with me...” “Look there and then try saying that again! Escanor only wanted to open your eyes and show you the light!” Jericho then pointed to where dust was still clearing out. Gowther followed her pointing and looked down off of the finger he was on only to see the two Ten Commandments injured and bloody. Escanor's true aim was to hit them all along, never to hit Gowther. “I was careless... I did not pay enough heed to that man's massive magic power! To think... he'd channel all of his attack directly at us..” “Oh my god...” Arcadia muttered, shocked at what was right in front of her. She'd never seen two Ten Commandments taken out so easily. She was so shocked, she nearly didn't even noticed that Meliodas had jumped down and landed right with them. “Enough foreplay... let's get the real festival started...” Meliodas growled to the two Ten Commandments as he stood there in front of them. As Drole tried to move, Meliodas moved faster and kicked the giant's hand causing it to go flying backward. He then countered perfectly every hand that was thrown his way. He'd moved so fast that he was even able to get a solid punch in on Drole, causing the giant to fall backward. The blond man then pulled out his sword, Lostvayne, and cut off two of Drole arms. “So this is what you had up your sleeve...” Drole commented as he tasted his own blood. “I was just waiting for an opening... A window of opportunity so that I could pulverize the both of you into oblivion.” “I can't believe it...” Arcadia was terrified at that moment in time as she watched Meliodas and Drole talk to each other. Suddenly though, Drole began to wave around his remaining arms and the ground underneath everyone began to shake yet again. The hands then threw everybody towards the center and closed with everyone trapped inside. A chorus of screams rang out as everyone began to fall. Hendrickson kept a tight hold on Griamore with one arm, and then with his other hand kept ahold of Arcadia's arm. He refused to let either one go as all three fell together. Everyone landed painfully, but thankfully no one was killed or badly injured. “Are you alright, you two?” Hendrickson asked the two people in his arms. Griamore was crying now, but otherwise was fine and Arcadia just smiled up at Hendrickson. “Thank you, I'm alright.” The girl responded simply as she looked Hendrickson over to make sure he had no injuries as well. She then turned her attention to the others around her. “What a terrifying clash of energy!” Gowther stated as he held Escanor. “Trying to take on those two monsters by himself... that's reckless even for his standards!” Howzer yelled out, horrified. “Sir Meliodas!” Elizabeth screamed loudly, not that the man could hear her anyway. “C'mon, you bastards! We all gotta go back up Meliodas!” Hawk was the next one to yell out. “And what could we hope to accomplish by going?” Ban demanded as he walked over to the little group. “We'd be nothing more than target practice if we stood in the midst of that... The only thing we'd end up doing is being a burden to the captain and getting in his way...” “No...” Elizabeth gasped as she shook in fear. “It's just as Ban says... The Ten Commandments have power that's far beyond any enemy we've fought up till now. To be perfectly frank... at this present moment, the only one that stands a chance against them is Meliodas... we've got to leave it to him. Us going there would only hold him back.” “Even so, us being trapped in here isn't helping matters much is it?” Gilthunder mentioned as Howzer tried using his weapon on the walls around him. “This damn bedrock. This whole place could come down on us if we tried to escape through. How the hell are we going to get out of here?” Howzer swore as he gave up with trying to poke at the walls. “You can leave that to me. I can teleport all of us here to somewhere safe.” “Gilfrost was it? Can you really transport this many people all at once?” Diane questioned after the blond man spoke. “Well... it can't hurt to try.” With a few people trying to say no, Gilfrost transported everyone there to another place. Once everyone was there, Elizabeth looked around, shocked. “I-Is this... castle Liones?” “Whoa! Not too shabby!” Howzer yelled out, surprised as he looked over to the panting man who'd used too much magical power. Suddenly, a shockwave was sent through the ground, causing everyone to shake. “N-No way... it can't be...” “The shockwaves from the battle in Vaizel are reverberating all the way here?!” Another person yelled out, shocked. “The Ten Commandments should have never been allowed to awaken! Likening their coming to a cataclysm would be an understatement...” Gilfrost's words caused Hendrickson to look down at the ground and Griamore to worriedly look up at him. “No... what about Sir Meliodas!” Elizabeth yelled out with fear in her voice. Gilfrost has pulled out a crystal ball and was looking into it now. “That's exactly what has me so terrified...” “Huh?” “Meliodas has... made quick work of them...” Everyone began to look inside the ball to watch what was going on. “Hendy, are you alright?” Griamore questioned as he looked up at the adult. The little boy could tell that there was something wrong with the man. “I'm fine.” Hendrickson simply stated as he patted the boy's head. Arcadia put her hand on Hendrickson's arm to reassure him that it was alright. Everyone continued to watch Meliodas fight the two Ten Commandments and it seemed like he was winning. That was until things suddenly smacked down on the battlefield causing a huge plume of dust and debris to fly everywhere.

#hendrickson seven deadly sins #hendrickson #seven deadly sins

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hetalia-tlw · 6 years ago

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Hetalia: The Lost World Part 18

~Early 20th Century, 1910s~

Over a hundred years had passed after hearing about America's independence from Great Britain, Iyong ju was happy for America but he was kind of sad about Arthur. "Arthur, it's okay. Everything is going to alright" said Iyong ju who kept giving Arthur more tissue boxes. "How could everything be fine, when I'm not!?" yelled Arthur before breaking into more tears. "Hey at least, you're not alone" said Iyong ju who was trying to think of something cheerful to say. "That's right, Angleterre! You have ze country of love to cheer you up" said France with a smile. "Hey! You're forgetting about me, you French idiot" said Spain.

"Uhh.. guys we're suppose to be cheering up Arthur, not fighting" said Iyong ju. "Message for a mister Bul Iyong ju" said a secretary who came inside the room. "Oh, that's me" said Iyong ju as he came over to the secretary who gave him a letter. Iyong ju opens the letter and read through it before crumpling up the paper. "Iyong, vat iz it?" asked France. "It's a letter from China" said Iyong ju.

"What does he want to tell you, amigo?" asked Spain. "He just wondered if I was coming back to Asia" said Iyong ju. "Coming back? But Iyong, I already had Alfred and Matthew leave. I can't see you leaving me, so please tell me if you're going back to Asia or not" said Arthur who was shocked. "Even though it hurts me to see you in pain, but I have to. What if my brothers are in serious trouble, but mainly Yong Soo?" asked Iyong ju. "You're right, Iyong. Like what Britannia said about somethings need to be let go, I just can't hold on things that were with me for a long time. It's best to let them go, which is what I'm going to do for Alfred and also for you, Iyong" said Arthur. "He has a point you know. Zat's ze reason vhy I let Matthew go" said France.

"The same goes for me, when little Feliciano was taken from me and went to live with that piano playing Austrian, I realized that Elizabeta was with him, so I knew that she'll protect him" said Spain. "Do you still have Romano with you, Antonio" asked Arthur. "Si, I still do. But he has a mouth for an attitude" said Spain. "Anyway, thank you all for the many years of experience. I wish you all luck on your futures" said Iyong ju. "Ze same goes to you monsieur Iyong" said France with a smile as Iyong ju left the room and headed back to Asia.

~After The Second World War, 1945~

After 35 years of being under the influence of Japan. It was the year when Japan surrendered and the occupation of the Soviet Union and America began. Russia managed to beat America into getting inside the boarders of the two Korean brothers, thus separating both Iyong ju from his own brother. "Ivan, you bastard! You can't just come into Korea and separate the Korean brothers" said Iyong ju who was trying to get out of Russia's grip. "Technically I can do what ever I want" said Russia. "Well technically, you can't!" yelled Iyong ju who was using about half of his strength to free himself from Russia, but Russia was pretty much impossible to get freed from.

"I thought that separating you two would have a different effect, but I wasn't expecting this" said Russia who continued to carry Iyong ju his shoulder while the Soviet army was heading to the northern part of Korea. "Ivan, are you going to put me down or not?" asked Iyong ju who wasn't giving up on breaking free from Russia strong grip. "Not really" said Russia which made Iyong ju even more enraged. Iyong ju had enough of being carried around by Russia, before realizing that during the rule of Mongolia, he was called weak and pathetic by him. After looking back on those painful memories of pure torture from Mongolia, Iyong ju bit real hard on Russia's fingers causing Russia to scream. Iyong ju noticed Russia's fingers moving leaving him an opportunity to escape and made a run from it.

"What are you boneheads waiting for? Go after him!" yelled Russia as his own men gave chase. Iyong ju kept running till he heard the yells of Russia's soldiers and by remembering his lessons about being a ninja with Japan, Iyong ju climbed up a wall and onto a rooftop. Iyong ju continued running on the roof in order to get away from the soldiers and away from Russia who saw Iyong ju running across rooftop after rooftop. "He sure has the spirit of a ninja, but unfortunately he's isn't safe" said Russia before noticing a couple of soldiers with guns. "Are you just going to stand there all day? Shoot at him!" yelled Russia as the soldiers reacted and began firing their guns only to miss Iyong ju several times. "Do I have to things by myself? Give me that!" yelled Russia as he snatched a gun from a nearby soldier before firing a couple rounds of bullets.

One of the bullets managed to catch Iyong ju off guard and almost made him lose his balance. Iyong ju looks to see Russia and he swore that Russia gave off a childlike smile which was also creepy, before continuing to run across the roof. Iyong ju was so far on a good streak till he realizes that at the end there is a lake, which means he's trapped but he had to get way from Russia. Once Iyong ju got the end of the rooftop, he jumped off the roof and into the lake. "Uhh... Russia, he jumped off" said one of the soldiers. "So he did has he? He thinks he's safe for now, but I'll back to get him" said Russia as his purple aura suddenly appeared around him.

At the same lake that Iyong ju jumped into, a woman came to get some supply water. The woman didn't notice a figure emerging from the water, till she noticed seaweed and looked up at Iyong ju who had seaweed covering his hair. "Gahhhh! Somebody help me, it's a monster!" yelled woman who was scared as Iyong ju quickly came out the water. "Hey, watch who you're calling a monster" said Iyong ju as the woman stopped panicking and looked at Iyong ju who was removing the seaweed off of himself. "I'm so sorry. Do you need help, mister?" asked the woman. "Well I need someone to help me with this seaweed, so yes" said Iyong ju.

"Sure thing. Please follow me" said the woman as Iyong ju followed. It wasn't long till they reached to an ancient Korean shrine, that has been taken care of. "This is where my family and I live, isn't nice?" asked the woman with a smile. "I'll have to admit, it's very beautiful" said Iyong ju. "Here follow me to my humble of home" said the woman while leading Iyong ju inside a temple. Once showing Iyong ju the place, the woman takes him to room and offers to help him with his hair.

"My, this is a lot of seaweed. But don't worry, I'm sure it won't damage your hair" said the woman while go through Iyong ju's long strands of hair. Soon all the seaweed was gone and the woman brushed Iyong ju's hair, till it was just right. "Your hair is so silky. I'm surprised that the seaweed hasn't ruined it" said the woman. "I'm very surprised that my hair is still silky after being in the water" said Iyong ju with a smile. "Your clothes are soaked, but don't worry I'll find you new clothes" said the woman before getting up and leaving Iyong ju in the room. "Mizuki? Where are you?" said voice which made Jason jump at.

A man came to the room as Iyong ju who believes it was owner of the voice. "Who are you?" asked the man as he looked at Iyong ju. "I'm just a guy that your daughter had found" said Iyong ju. "I see. Mizuki always had a strange way of meeting men. Please come with me" said the man as Iyong ju followed him. The man took Iyong ju to another room, which seems to be a resting room. "This is where I give the visitors who come here a massage. You seem nice enough to earn my sense of gratitude" said the man.

"Thanks for your hospitality and I'm grateful for a massage. Besides I never got your name" said Iyong ju. "Oh sorry. I'm Shimamoto Fuji, thank you for asking. Also I'll be coming back in awhile, my daughter will be here soon" said Fuji before leaving. After he left a few minutes later Mizuki came into the room with new clothes. "There you are. I got you new clothes, so we can do a switch" said Mizuki. Iyong ju first went into the changing room to put on his new pants, before taking off his shirt.

Iyong ju then comes out of the changing room as Mizuki was waiting for him. "When I was taking a look at the seaweed, I figure that your hair needs to be cut shorter" said Mizuki before searching for a pair of scissors. Once she found them, she went over to Iyong ju and began cutting his hair till it was at cheek length. "Alright, I'm done and it was a long process. Would you like to see what you look like?" asked Mizuki. "Yeah, I would like to" said Iyong ju as Mizuki got a hand mirror. Once Iyong ju saw his reflection, he swears he looks somewhat like Japan with his hair cut.

Without noticing Mizuki quickly lowers the mirror as Iyong ju was left in shocked. "Mizuki what's wrong? Is there something that scared you?" asked Iyong ju with concern in his voice. "Hikae. You have a layout of a hikae on your body" murmured Mizuki. Iyong ju realizes what she meant and remembers Mongolia giving him a tattoo for his method of torture. "Mizuki don't be afraid. I got these incomplete designs through years of torture" said Iyong ju as he turned to face Mizuki who was panicking. Soon Fuji came into the room and from a distance he saw Iyong ju's tattoo on his back.

"Don't tell me boy, that you're apart of the Japanese mafia" said Fuji as Iyong ju looked at him. "Japanese mafia? What are you talking about?" asked Iyong ju. "To be honest, those kind of tattoos on a man's body means that he's no good. But a man getting them from a method of torture that's a different story" said Fuji. "What does all that mean, exactly?" asked Iyong ju. "I'll be honest with you, boy. I'm a tattoo artist who originally moved here to Korea. I came from Japan along with my beautiful wife and my two kids" said Fuji.

"So were you here during World War II?" asked Iyong ju. "Yes, we were. I thought I can hide here and do my work here in secret, but when you arrived I guess you're taking me right out of my hiding place" said Fuji. "Father, are you still giving him a massage?" asked Mizuki. "Yes, I am. I never even learned your name, son" said Fuji. "It's Bul Iyong ju, but most people call me Iyong ju for short. So you're keeping your promise about the massage?" asked Iyong ju. "I always keep my word. Let's start with the massage, before we move onto serious matters" said Fuji.

After two hours of a relaxing massage, Iyong ju never felt so relaxed in his life. "I see that you rested smoothly. Now it's time to finish an incomplete design" said Fuji as Mizuki helped get his tattoo equipment out. "This is going to hurt a lot once these needles are placed into your skin. But you should be already use to the pain by now" said Fuji before using his skills in tebouri to finish Iyong ju's tattoo on his back, before finishing off on his shoulders. After roughly a couple of hours of having his skin getting poked by over a million of sharp needles and a few breaks, his body art was done. Fuji was busy cleaning his workspace as Iyong ju was looking at himself in front of full length mirror on a wall. While Iyong ju was looking at the mirror, he took a look at his finished tattoos which consists of two albino snakes on his breasts and a snarling Hannya mask that is colored white. Iyong ju then notices a bunch of small red and pink sakura blossoms while a black sea covers his body. Without even noticing, Mizuki walked over to Jason and placed her hands on his shoulders thus surprising him. "Mizuki, I didn't see you there" said Iyong ju as he turned around to face her. "I'm sorry for being afraid earlier. I hope we could start over" said Mizuki before smiling. "Mizuki I'm fine with others being afraid of me, but you're different" said Iyong ju. "You are? Listen, I feel so sorry for you going through torture in your early life and besides whoever designed your tattoos, they look amazing on you" said Mizuki. "Really? You mean it? Mizuki... I-I don't know what to say" said Iyong ju while trying to sound cool. "Also since your tattoos have been colored, I find you even more attractive than before. When we first met at the lake, you were quite handsome. But now you're drop dead dreamy" said Mizuki as Iyong ju's cheeks were in the deepest shade of red. "What a cute couple. It warms my heart go see my beautiful daughter in love" said Fuji before both Mizuki and Iyong ju cuddles with each other.

~Later That Night~

After spending time with each other, both Mizuki and Iyong ju headed back to the shrine to go to bed. "Iyong, that was like the best time I ever had" said Mizuki while getting ready to go the bed. "I know it was, Mizuki. Care to do that again first thing tomorrow morning?" asked Iyong ju before climbing into bed. "Of course I would" said Mizuki as joined Iyong ju. Suddenly Fuji came into the room, as he was holding onto his left arm. "Father, what's wrong?" asked Mizuki as she got up to check her father.

"Mizuki, it was horrible. I was just standing outside till I was attacked" said Fuji. "By who exactly?" asked Mizuki while trying to help treat her father's wound. "It was... the Russians" said Fuji as Iyong ju's eyes widened in shock. "What could the Russians possibly want?" asked Mizuki. "I'm not sure. But we need to leave the shrine" said Fuji. "Leave? But where exactly?" asked Mizuki.

"I think I know where you could go" said Iyong ju as Mizuki looked at him. "Iyong, you know a place?" asked Mizuki with concern in her eyes. "Yes, I do. You must head north from here, but don't worry I'll be leading the way" said Iyong ju as he got up. "Alright then, let's go. But first we need to pack the things that we might need" said Fuji. As they were packing, they had to be quiet in order for the Russian to not be able to find them. Once they were finished packing, they set off to the north and was very long and tiring, but they all managed to pull through.

"Alright, we made it. Just keep heading down straight and eventually you'll be in a village" said Iyong ju. "I see. So you just helped us get to China" said Fuji as Iyong ju nodded. "Thank you Iyong! You're our hero and savior. Are you coming along with us?" asked Mizuki. "I would love to, but unfortunately I must head back. I'm really sorry Mizuki" said Iyong ju with a sad look on his face. "Okay then. Are we going to see each other again?" asked Mizuki. "Hopefully, one day soon. But we must be strong and please take good care of your father" said Iyong ju before kissing Mizuki on the lips as Fuji watched with only a smile on his face.

Iyong ju soon broke up the kiss before touching Mizuki's chin with a gentle touch with his hand. "Iyong.... that w-was a lovely kiss. I never had a man that could impress me as much as you can" said Mizuki who was taken back by the kiss. "Well like what your father said to me, you have a way with meeting men and in all honesty, that's how I charm a beautiful girl like yourself" said Iyong ju. "Hate to break you two up, but we need to keeping moving forward Mizuki. Iyong, thank you for everything. We our in your debt" said Fuji as Mizuki went to her father. "No problem. I'm glad that managed to help someone live better lives" said Iyong ju. "That reminds me. Iyong if you ever have a change to return back to the shrine, there is something that I'm allowing you to have" said Fuji.

"Okay, what is it?" asked Iyong ju who was curious to know what it could possibly be. "It's an old family heirloom, that was passed down by a legendary blacksmith who offered to give my family gift for all of their hard work. I'm allowing it to be yours; please keep it safe" said Fuji as Iyong ju nodded his head. "Don't worry, I'll promise that the heirloom will be safe with me" said Iyong ju as Fuji smiled. "Alright then, I suppose this is where we say our goodbyes. Thank you for everything, Iyong" said Fuji as he bowed while Iyong ju also returned the bow much to Fuji's surprise. After exchanging their goodbyes, both Fuji and Mizuki on their way to safety leaving Iyong ju watching them before he couldn't see their figures any longer. As soon as they were gone from his sight, Iyong ju came back to the shrine just to find the heirloom in a secret part of the temple. While entering the room, Iyong ju noticed that the room was heavily decorated with large wall cloths that had Japanese writing on them along with many dragon statues. Iyong ju went up to an altar where a large status of a kirin and a dragon are seen with something between them. Iyong ju found out it was scared wooden box and opened it to find a katana with a black scabbard that has a dragon engraved to it. Iyong ju figured out it was actually the heirloom and took it right out of the box. After getting the heirloom, Iyong ju left the room to wait out for Russia's army.

~Present Day~

Japan was busy looking at official artwork of a kirin before using a couple of colors on China's incomplete kirin back tattoo. "I hope that I'm not hurting you, brother" said Japan who was putting the finishing touches to China's kirin. "You're not Japan, so don't worry. Thanks for finishing my tattoo, aru" said China who was laying flat on his stomach. "No probrem, I'm grad that I can herp. Besides it's been a rongtime since I even raid an eye on your tattoo" said Japan. "I know it has been. Also I'm just wondering if you got your dragon tattoo done, aru" said China. "I did got it finished during the second Worrd War and during that time the crime gang in Japan was stirr hyped" said Japan. "Oh you did? May I see it, aru?" asked China as Japan stopped what he was doing. "Uhh... China, do you even remember why I don't rike going shirtress?" asked Japan as China thought about it. "Wait, I remember now. It was because you don't like to see other people either naked nor shirtless, due to your bad past experiences, aru" said China. "Technicarry it's both and I grew kind of uncomfortabre seeing Itary nothing in his underwear arong with Germany during the days of the Axis Powers" said Japan. "I was going to say that your bad experiences was seeing France naked, aru" said China before getting sick in the stomach while having a flashback. "Yeah, exactry my point" said Japan before continuing with the color scheme.

~Meanwhile With Germany And Italy~

"Italy? Italy? Are jou okay?" asked Germany who was trying to get Italy to open his eyes, once he came through Italy checked his own surroundings. "Ve~! Germany, what-a happened? How did I-a get on this bench?" asked Italy as Germany took a breath. "Jou collapsed vhile jou vere doing jour laps und I had to carry you over to zhis bench. I even vent to get vater so jou can at least stay hydrated" said Germany while holding up a water bottle for Italy to grab. "Grazie~! How long was I out for?" asked Italy while looking up at Germany. "Jou vere out for about.... five to ten minutes. Can jou tell me vhat before jou collapsed?" asked Germany. "Well I-a was thinking about Iyong ju to take-a my mind off of-a running, till I-a felt something. Soon my-a vision became so blurry and I-a got so tired that my body couldn't take it" said Italy before drinking the water from the water bottle.

"Italy, do jou zhink zhat sudden feeling vas caused by somezhing?" asked Germany who grew concerned. "Do you-a think it's Russia? Oh nooooo!" yelled Italy before freaking out as Germany was trying to calm him down. "Italy calm down. I don't zhink it's Russia, I believe it has somezhing to vith zhat glassed rose zhat ve found" said Germany. "Ve~! I-a think you're right. We-a need to head-a back to China's house right away" said Italy before quickly getting up from the bench and began running, it wasn't till he felled. Germany than came to Italy's aid and picked him up, thus having him in Germany's arms. "I suggest zhat jou don't run or valk, till jou're all better. But for now, I'll be taking zhe pleasure into carrying jou" said Germany before walking with Italy in his arms. While being carried back to China's house, Italy will constantly look up to see Germany's face where a pink reddish blush can be seen on his face.

~Meanwhile With Oliver~

Oliver was busy in the kitchen baking something, by baking I mean cupcakes. Oliver took out a tray of steaming batch cupcakes before putting in another batch into the oven. "Oliver, ve have a problem" said Roland while coming into the kitchen. "What kind of problem is it?" asked Oliver after setting the tray on the counter. "I suggest jou see for jourself" said Roland before leaving the kitchen along with Oliver following him. It wasn't long till they reached Italy's room and to their surprise they saw the 2P version of Romano. "Wow! This-a glass rose is-a quite stunning to look at. No wonder why-a Luciano wants to steal this-a.... beauty" said Flavio.

"Get jour hands off of zhat!" yelled Roland who rushed into the room along with Oliver. "Well well, look-a what the cat-a dragged in. It's-a been awhile... boys" said Flavio with a smile. "What are you doing here, lad?" asked Oliver. "I'm-a here for an important reason and-a that's to steal this-a glassed rose" said Flavio while holding up the glassed rose. "Jou can't just come here und steal it. Not if zhis house iz heavily guarded" said Roland.

After when Roland said this, Germany came into the room with Italy in his arms. "Ve~! Roland and Oliver are-a you two having a party with my-a fratello?" asked Italy before he was placed into a chair by Germany. "Uhh.... Italy, zhat's not Romano" whispered Germany. "What-a do you mean?" asked Italy. "Jour bruder vill never wear stylish shades like zhose" said Germany. "You're-a correct, Germany. I'm-a not the real Romano, I'm-a his 2P. But you-a may call me the fabulous Flavio" said Flavio while posing as stars twinkle in the background.

"Jou're dramatic as alvays, Flavio" said Roland. "Oh, I'm-a sorry! Did I-a made you jealous or something, you-a punk rock reject?" asked Flavio. "Vhat did jou just call me!? Zhat's it, jou're dead!" yelled Roland who attempted to run over to Flavio to punch him in the face, but was stopped by Oliver. "Now now, there's no need for violence" said Oliver while gripping onto Roland. "Exactly, Roland. You-a should learn how-a to be chill like me" said Flavio. "Like zhat's ever going to happen, jou fast talking fashionable dummkopf!!!" yelled Roland.

"I-a had enough reunion time for-a one day. Now if you-a excuse me, I-a need to take this glassed rose and-a get out of here" said Flavio before leaving. Before he could walk out of the room, he was swiftly tackled down by Italy leaving everyone in shock. "You're-a not going anywhere with-a that! That-a belongs to be me not you!" yelled Italy while holding down Flavio. 'Vait, how could Italy managed to get super strength even zhough he feels veak?' thought Germany while watching the scene go down. "You-a have really good strength, even for a 1P. I-a never knew how much you-a can rage even though you're-a weak and pretty much useless" said Flavio while standing up with Italy at his legs. "I-I'm-a not useless! Even though I'm-a afraid to do anything that-a involves violence, it doesn't mean that-a I can't stand up for myself" said Italy before Flavio manages to free himself from Italy's grip.

"Like what-a Al said about you, you're-a nothing but a weak and-a pathetic excuse of a country" said Flavio before laughing and turning around only to get hit on the head by a frying pan. As soon as Flavio got hit by a frying pan, he fell to the floor only to reveal England who appeared to be standing where Flavio was facing his back to. "E-England? W-Where-a did you come from?" asked Italy as Germany helped him up. "Well, I was doing some research, till I heard loud noises. I didn't know what was going on, before realizing that 2P Romano managed to get inside" said England. "But vhy didn't jou come earlier?" asked Roland while getting out of Oliver's grip. "I went to get my wand in order to save you. By the way, you're welcome" said England.

"England, vhat research vere jou doing?" asked Germany. "I was trying to find a spell that could officially kill Iyong ju, but I found a page that talks about the glassed rose" said England. "Ve~! That-a sounds nice and- wait a minute... did you-a say you were-a finding a spell to kill Iyong ju?" asked Italy who suddenly dropped his happy tone and replaced it with a serious tone. "Uhh... yes. Why are you asking?" said England while smiling nervously. "England, I-a don't like it how you treat Iyong ju. Sure you-a two used to be close friends at-a one point, but even though you-a consider him to be your enemy, Iyong ju is-a actually a nice person" said Italy. "Listen Italy, Iyong ju isn't who you think he is" said England.

"Oh, I-a know who he is and-a I don't care what-a you say about him. Why, just-a why can't you-a settle your differences between each other and-a be friends again?" asked Italy who sounded hurt. "Italy, you don't understand" said England who was trying to change the subject. "Understand what, England!? You-a want me to believe on everything that-a you say or think about Iyong ju? I don't care! Iyong ju.... Iyong ju is-a a nice person and-a he cares about the people that he's-a around with. Plus, he even saved me from-a certain death" said Italy with tears in his eyes. "Italy...." said England before Italy buried his face against Germany's chest. "England, Italy's right. If Iyong ju vere to care less, Italy vould've been killed" said Germany before feeling Italy's tears soaking his shirt. "Okay then. I guess we're done having this conversation and I'll be going. If anyone needs me, I'll be doing my research" said England with a stern tone and left the room.

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